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WRESTLING TEAM GONE WILD (Erotic Story)
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 26: A new age of wrestling (Part 1)
I did have the opportunity to take a quick look at myself in bathroom’s mirror before going back to the competition. And damn, that was bad!
Who was this cum rag of a man, looking at me on the other side of this mirror? I had become a wax statue, the cum dripping all over my skin, covering every inch of my face and body. The liquid was translucent at places, at others, it was white, or sometimes yellow, probably due to the fact that the cum from tens of men had been mixed with their piss, sweat and saliva.
I could barely open my eyes, the cum being stuck in my eyebrows. How many dicks had I just sucked? I could not tell.
Despite it all, Eddy was still freaking hard underneath my filthy singlet.
How did I find the strength to go on the mat after seeing me like this? I have no idea but I did. Probably, I had lost my mind. I walked amongst the Wolves, the Eagles and all the other athletes and I presented my disgusting cum dumpster self to the referee and to my opponent.
I had two matches left and there was no way I would lose again. My mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only: winning.
Of course, I was not oblivious to the chaos I was inducing around me.
Multiple coaches from opposing teams were formalizing complaints. The few families who were still coming to the competitions left the bleachers in protest when I walked in. “This is going way too far”, they said. But other fans were more excited than ever, they were cheering me on: “Cum Stick, Cum Stick, Cum stick”.
The referee looked powerless, forced to letting me compete in that state. I was not breaking any rule.
I did not care about any of that. I was a beast and I knew why I was there.
My opponent, a blond freshman with light freckles on the nose, really tried to fight me. He was clearly disgusted but shily, awkwardly, he attempted to touch and grab me. He eventually pinned me down.
This time, I used Eddy at my advantage.
Before the other athlete could gain any more confidence, I rubbed myself against him and I blew some fat loads of cum to drench his singlet and annihilate his last hope of winning the game. The poor guy did not stand a chance.
The audience went wild when, for the second time that day, I cummed tens of volleys of loads through my singlet. I was living up to my surname of Cum Stick!
Sure, this match was controversial and I was ruffing some feathers but I had followed every regulations in the book and I had scored the most points. Reluctantly, the referee had no choice but to hold my hand in the air to signify my victory.
It did leave me feeling dizzy to jizz again and I went back to the locker-rooms to collect myself before the finale match of the competition. I was soon joined by Coach Ranson and the entire Wolves pack.
Given the sacrifices that I had made and the resilience that I had shown that day, the head Coach had asked the entire wrestling team not to cum on their opponents and to offer their precious seed to me instead. I definitely needed a refill before my fourth match. I was very moved that the team would get behind me this way.
“A moment to bound as a team in the interest of our most dignified member.” Coach Ranson had said.
This was a huge deal. It meant that the other members of the Wolves were practically sacrificing their own chances of victory to further my odds. I was flabbergasted. Most of them were done with their matches anyway, but still, what a gesture that was to offer their loads to me!
As instructed by the Coach, one after the other, or sometimes together, Damian, Eli, Cory, Amir and Tom nutted on me. Obviously, Francis was there the whole time, filming the scene. I did not know it back then but it was soon to become the biggest hit of the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page!
Harry stubbornly refused to take part. Selfish jerk, I thought. The others were a bit shy at first but quickly followed the lead of Damian. They got entirely naked, and pounded my face like I was a plastic doll.
Except for Cory, all of them asked me to blow their dicks to help them cum. I mean, that was the least that I could do given what they were doing for me. At this point, I had sucked so many dicks already, it was not such a big deal.
Damian went first and he clearly set the pace for the others, lodging his enormous cock in my throat and face-fucking me until I was choking and gagging uncontrollably. He had already pounded my throat multiple times but there, while being admired by his teammates, he was even more committed in making it rough and sloppy. There was no kiss this time, just his big leaking cock and my wide opened mouth.
He did not cum though. He had learnt to control himself and he wanted to help out his teammates.
Damian knelt down next to me and held my face for most of the time when Eli, Amir and finally Tom fucked my throat. Damian pushed my face towards Eli’s big black cock until my nose was buried deep into his thick and sweaty pubic hair. I was trying to breathe through my nose but it was quite challenging. My jaw was literally aching at this point.
I went back and forth on their dicks while Coach Ranson was supervising the whole operation, checking the time to make sure that they would be done right before my fourth match so the cum would be warm and fresh when I would present myself on the mat.
“Fuck, watching it on video is something, but having him blowing us for real, it’s a whole other level.” Eli said while rubbing his spongy and veiny cock all over my face.
I thought it would be pretty gross for him since my face was still coating with cum from my previous donors, but he did not seem to mind.
“Show your ass, fag. Show your ass, I need to see that big girl’s bum of yours!” Amir pleaded.
I was already on my knees but I arched my back further to make sure he would have a good view of my humongous ass. It was still barely contained in my singlet but I was sweating enough that the entire thing was pretty much translucent.
“Mmmmmmmm….”
As usual, Tom was not able to control himself and the ginger freshman was the first one to cum, just after a few back and forth in my mouth. He seemed surprised by his ejaculation and aimed poorly, mostly hitting my back.
He got scolded by the Coach.
Eli, Damian, Cory, and Amir formed a circle around me and continued stroking themselves. They were not giving me any direction but I knew what I was meant to do. I licked their balls and sucked their dicks, only passing on Cory’s cock. Weirdly, I felt some sort of frustration towards him. I was a great cock-sucker, why was Cory refusing to give himself to me?
My old self came back for a second. What the fuck was I thinking?
I could not reasonably want to blow Cory’s dick? He was a teammate and… more importantly, he was a guy! I almost stopped the entire thing and I really had to concentrate on the Coach’s instruction not to think to move on and go back on Amir’s hairy Arab dick. He was the second one to cum, straight in my mouth this time.
I spat back most of the jizz on my chin but still swallowed some of it. His spunk tasted different that the others, I noticed casually. Did I actually think that it tasted good?
Amir acted weird once he was done, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. I gave him a big smile, my mouth still full of his cum, making bubbles, but that did not seem sufficient to reassure him.
Damian and Eli were joking and now competing to see who would cum last, forcing my head into each of their cock to make the other one’s blow his loads first. I looked up at the Coach but he seemed to think that it was friendly banter between team mates and gave a nod of approval. I guess it was all fine then.
I kept on choking on their shafts while they were dirty talking.
“Come on, cunt. Lick the edges of his fat cock, look at this!” Damian literally held Eli’s cock and stroked him. “Feed yourself from his spunk, it’s leaking everywhere.”
Eli had to do some breathing exercise not to ejaculate while I was executing Damian’s instructions.
Cory cummed on my cheeks with a long moan while I was deep into Damian’s dick, this time, Eli was the one pushing my head towards it. I had to clean Damian’s shaft and Eli’s fingers which had been splashed in the process. Again, I took my time to analyse the taste of Cory’s semen.
It was like I could tell how every man had a different flavour now. Who had thought?
Just like Amir, Cory quickly took a step back after he had cummed and he left the locker-room.
I was still deepthroating Damian, he really had the biggest and thickest dick of them all, when I felt someone playing with my ass. Francis moved behind me to film the action. Shit, this started to wake Eddy up. Despite the double ejaculation in the morning, my dick was getting hard, once again!
But I was confused, I was servicing both Damian and Eli at the same time and the others left after they had cummed. Who was spreading my ass cheeks then? I wanted to turn around to take a look but I could not, Damian was holding my head firmly while Eli was pushing his musky balls into my mouth. All his sperm was building there, getting ready for me.
“I bet you cannot wait to swallow my juice.” Eli said, slapping me, cum flying from my cheeks to the bench next to me. I licked it off. No fucking waste.
Someone was definitely feeling up my ass. My singlet was pulled back on the side. I felt my asshole being exposed, the slight breeze and then something brushing over it. I moaned. It felt good and for the first time in my life, I thought it would be nice if something were to enter my asshole. What was happening to me?
“Guys, you have to cum now, match is about to start.”
Coach Ranson commanded while Francis was getting his camera from my ass back to my face, up close and personal.
I rubbed Damian and Eli’s juicy dicks together. No homo, right? I slurped all the precum that I could and Damian and Eli eventually nutted at the exact same time, finishing with covering me with sperm. They even smeared it all over my face for good measures. There was so fucking much of it, I thought I would drown.
They fist-bumped each other while I was sucking on the last drops of cum coming out of their dickheads.
And then suddenly…
“Hummm…” I gasped; Someone had just put a finger in my asshole!
My eyes widened, Eddy throbbed and let go some precum underneath my singlet (at this point who would notice?), and finally, I turned around.
Daniel was there!
I would have probably been shocked to see him if I had not been so numb.
“Coach Ranson thought it would help you relax.” Daniel whispered in a tone of excuse, looking at the middle finger he had just inserted in my hole and then at Coach Ranson.
He looked so bad that I felt obligated to make him feel better.
“That’s fine, Daniel… I… That’s ok…”
Coach Ranson pulled my hair to make me stand up. There was no time for chit chat.
“Come on, Scott, let’s go. I just thought you would like that little surprise, Peterson told me you wanted to experiment a little and after everything you’ve done for the team, you deserved that one.”
The finger… That was a gift? I was confused. The Head Coach gave me a tap on the back.
“Now, hurry, you have a last match to win.”
At that point, I was so lost, drenched and extenuated that nothing could have surprised me.
I readjusted my singlet somehow and followed the Coach. Francis was still behind me, filming everything.
When I arrived on the mat though, there was no opponent to beat. The Eagles team had declared forfeit in a sign of protest. Travis, alongside some of his new teammates, did no longer want to compete against me. Apparently, they had left under the boos of the audience remaining in the gymnasium.
Cowards, I thought.
Sure, it meant that I had won the competition despite my defeat in the first match, but that victory left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I am not talking about the cum or the piss.
Coach Ranson must have felt that I would need to talk because he came to me before we got back in the bus. He asked me why I did not take a shower now that the competition was over.
“I just did not think about it, Coach.” I answered sincerely.
“Right! That’s what I like to hear, when you do not think. You’re just fine with walking around with that spunk all over you.”
I nodded yes and he patted my hair. Truthfully, I was starting to feel bad about what had happened during the competition. It was like my brain was slowly putting the pieces back together. What had I done?
The travel in the bus was awfully quiet. I was stinking like cum and the bus driver had asked me to go sit on the back, he was afraid to puke.
Daniel would no longer look at me and the other wrestlers were separated between those who had taken part in cumming on my face and the others. I felt responsible for the tension within the team. At least, I was no longer hard. To be honest, I had come to a place where I hated Eddy now, I hated my own freakishly huge cock!
Back on the campus, the Coach immediately told me that I needed to go to our locker-room to shower. I could not go back in the dorms in that state. The cum was dried and crackling everywhere on my body. I was still wearing my damn singlet.
“Come on, boy, go ahead, I’ll join you.” He said to me before addressing the rest of the team.
I did not question the Head Coach (obviously!) and went towards the gym and the locker-rooms. I tried to block the flow of thoughts going through my mind. I was having crazy flashes. I wondered if I had not imagined things. I knew I would break down if I were to stop and think for a second.
I painfully took my sticky singlet off, what a fucking relief that was, and went showering. My dick was free from the cage and Eddy was sleeping, he was flaccid.
I saw the filth going into the shower’s drain and once again, my mind got lost in incoherent thoughts. I was now obsessing over my fingers, getting cleaned by the clear water. My middle finger in particular. Should I put it in my asshole?
[Chapter 26 continues below]
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 26: A new age of wrestling (Part 1)
I did have the opportunity to take a quick look at myself in bathroom’s mirror before going back to the competition. And damn, that was bad!
Who was this cum rag of a man, looking at me on the other side of this mirror? I had become a wax statue, the cum dripping all over my skin, covering every inch of my face and body. The liquid was translucent at places, at others, it was white, or sometimes yellow, probably due to the fact that the cum from tens of men had been mixed with their piss, sweat and saliva.
I could barely open my eyes, the cum being stuck in my eyebrows. How many dicks had I just sucked? I could not tell.
Despite it all, Eddy was still freaking hard underneath my filthy singlet.
How did I find the strength to go on the mat after seeing me like this? I have no idea but I did. Probably, I had lost my mind. I walked amongst the Wolves, the Eagles and all the other athletes and I presented my disgusting cum dumpster self to the referee and to my opponent.
I had two matches left and there was no way I would lose again. My mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only: winning.
Of course, I was not oblivious to the chaos I was inducing around me.
Multiple coaches from opposing teams were formalizing complaints. The few families who were still coming to the competitions left the bleachers in protest when I walked in. “This is going way too far”, they said. But other fans were more excited than ever, they were cheering me on: “Cum Stick, Cum Stick, Cum stick”.
The referee looked powerless, forced to letting me compete in that state. I was not breaking any rule.
I did not care about any of that. I was a beast and I knew why I was there.
My opponent, a blond freshman with light freckles on the nose, really tried to fight me. He was clearly disgusted but shily, awkwardly, he attempted to touch and grab me. He eventually pinned me down.
This time, I used Eddy at my advantage.
Before the other athlete could gain any more confidence, I rubbed myself against him and I blew some fat loads of cum to drench his singlet and annihilate his last hope of winning the game. The poor guy did not stand a chance.
The audience went wild when, for the second time that day, I cummed tens of volleys of loads through my singlet. I was living up to my surname of Cum Stick!
Sure, this match was controversial and I was ruffing some feathers but I had followed every regulations in the book and I had scored the most points. Reluctantly, the referee had no choice but to hold my hand in the air to signify my victory.
It did leave me feeling dizzy to jizz again and I went back to the locker-rooms to collect myself before the finale match of the competition. I was soon joined by Coach Ranson and the entire Wolves pack.
Given the sacrifices that I had made and the resilience that I had shown that day, the head Coach had asked the entire wrestling team not to cum on their opponents and to offer their precious seed to me instead. I definitely needed a refill before my fourth match. I was very moved that the team would get behind me this way.
“A moment to bound as a team in the interest of our most dignified member.” Coach Ranson had said.
This was a huge deal. It meant that the other members of the Wolves were practically sacrificing their own chances of victory to further my odds. I was flabbergasted. Most of them were done with their matches anyway, but still, what a gesture that was to offer their loads to me!
As instructed by the Coach, one after the other, or sometimes together, Damian, Eli, Cory, Amir and Tom nutted on me. Obviously, Francis was there the whole time, filming the scene. I did not know it back then but it was soon to become the biggest hit of the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page!
Harry stubbornly refused to take part. Selfish jerk, I thought. The others were a bit shy at first but quickly followed the lead of Damian. They got entirely naked, and pounded my face like I was a plastic doll.
Except for Cory, all of them asked me to blow their dicks to help them cum. I mean, that was the least that I could do given what they were doing for me. At this point, I had sucked so many dicks already, it was not such a big deal.
Damian went first and he clearly set the pace for the others, lodging his enormous cock in my throat and face-fucking me until I was choking and gagging uncontrollably. He had already pounded my throat multiple times but there, while being admired by his teammates, he was even more committed in making it rough and sloppy. There was no kiss this time, just his big leaking cock and my wide opened mouth.
He did not cum though. He had learnt to control himself and he wanted to help out his teammates.
Damian knelt down next to me and held my face for most of the time when Eli, Amir and finally Tom fucked my throat. Damian pushed my face towards Eli’s big black cock until my nose was buried deep into his thick and sweaty pubic hair. I was trying to breathe through my nose but it was quite challenging. My jaw was literally aching at this point.
I went back and forth on their dicks while Coach Ranson was supervising the whole operation, checking the time to make sure that they would be done right before my fourth match so the cum would be warm and fresh when I would present myself on the mat.
“Fuck, watching it on video is something, but having him blowing us for real, it’s a whole other level.” Eli said while rubbing his spongy and veiny cock all over my face.
I thought it would be pretty gross for him since my face was still coating with cum from my previous donors, but he did not seem to mind.
“Show your ass, fag. Show your ass, I need to see that big girl’s bum of yours!” Amir pleaded.
I was already on my knees but I arched my back further to make sure he would have a good view of my humongous ass. It was still barely contained in my singlet but I was sweating enough that the entire thing was pretty much translucent.
“Mmmmmmmm….”
As usual, Tom was not able to control himself and the ginger freshman was the first one to cum, just after a few back and forth in my mouth. He seemed surprised by his ejaculation and aimed poorly, mostly hitting my back.
He got scolded by the Coach.
Eli, Damian, Cory, and Amir formed a circle around me and continued stroking themselves. They were not giving me any direction but I knew what I was meant to do. I licked their balls and sucked their dicks, only passing on Cory’s cock. Weirdly, I felt some sort of frustration towards him. I was a great cock-sucker, why was Cory refusing to give himself to me?
My old self came back for a second. What the fuck was I thinking?
I could not reasonably want to blow Cory’s dick? He was a teammate and… more importantly, he was a guy! I almost stopped the entire thing and I really had to concentrate on the Coach’s instruction not to think to move on and go back on Amir’s hairy Arab dick. He was the second one to cum, straight in my mouth this time.
I spat back most of the jizz on my chin but still swallowed some of it. His spunk tasted different that the others, I noticed casually. Did I actually think that it tasted good?
Amir acted weird once he was done, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. I gave him a big smile, my mouth still full of his cum, making bubbles, but that did not seem sufficient to reassure him.
Damian and Eli were joking and now competing to see who would cum last, forcing my head into each of their cock to make the other one’s blow his loads first. I looked up at the Coach but he seemed to think that it was friendly banter between team mates and gave a nod of approval. I guess it was all fine then.
I kept on choking on their shafts while they were dirty talking.
“Come on, cunt. Lick the edges of his fat cock, look at this!” Damian literally held Eli’s cock and stroked him. “Feed yourself from his spunk, it’s leaking everywhere.”
Eli had to do some breathing exercise not to ejaculate while I was executing Damian’s instructions.
Cory cummed on my cheeks with a long moan while I was deep into Damian’s dick, this time, Eli was the one pushing my head towards it. I had to clean Damian’s shaft and Eli’s fingers which had been splashed in the process. Again, I took my time to analyse the taste of Cory’s semen.
It was like I could tell how every man had a different flavour now. Who had thought?
Just like Amir, Cory quickly took a step back after he had cummed and he left the locker-room.
I was still deepthroating Damian, he really had the biggest and thickest dick of them all, when I felt someone playing with my ass. Francis moved behind me to film the action. Shit, this started to wake Eddy up. Despite the double ejaculation in the morning, my dick was getting hard, once again!
But I was confused, I was servicing both Damian and Eli at the same time and the others left after they had cummed. Who was spreading my ass cheeks then? I wanted to turn around to take a look but I could not, Damian was holding my head firmly while Eli was pushing his musky balls into my mouth. All his sperm was building there, getting ready for me.
“I bet you cannot wait to swallow my juice.” Eli said, slapping me, cum flying from my cheeks to the bench next to me. I licked it off. No fucking waste.
Someone was definitely feeling up my ass. My singlet was pulled back on the side. I felt my asshole being exposed, the slight breeze and then something brushing over it. I moaned. It felt good and for the first time in my life, I thought it would be nice if something were to enter my asshole. What was happening to me?
“Guys, you have to cum now, match is about to start.”
Coach Ranson commanded while Francis was getting his camera from my ass back to my face, up close and personal.
I rubbed Damian and Eli’s juicy dicks together. No homo, right? I slurped all the precum that I could and Damian and Eli eventually nutted at the exact same time, finishing with covering me with sperm. They even smeared it all over my face for good measures. There was so fucking much of it, I thought I would drown.
They fist-bumped each other while I was sucking on the last drops of cum coming out of their dickheads.
And then suddenly…
“Hummm…” I gasped; Someone had just put a finger in my asshole!
My eyes widened, Eddy throbbed and let go some precum underneath my singlet (at this point who would notice?), and finally, I turned around.
Daniel was there!
I would have probably been shocked to see him if I had not been so numb.
“Coach Ranson thought it would help you relax.” Daniel whispered in a tone of excuse, looking at the middle finger he had just inserted in my hole and then at Coach Ranson.
He looked so bad that I felt obligated to make him feel better.
“That’s fine, Daniel… I… That’s ok…”
Coach Ranson pulled my hair to make me stand up. There was no time for chit chat.
“Come on, Scott, let’s go. I just thought you would like that little surprise, Peterson told me you wanted to experiment a little and after everything you’ve done for the team, you deserved that one.”
The finger… That was a gift? I was confused. The Head Coach gave me a tap on the back.
“Now, hurry, you have a last match to win.”
At that point, I was so lost, drenched and extenuated that nothing could have surprised me.
I readjusted my singlet somehow and followed the Coach. Francis was still behind me, filming everything.
When I arrived on the mat though, there was no opponent to beat. The Eagles team had declared forfeit in a sign of protest. Travis, alongside some of his new teammates, did no longer want to compete against me. Apparently, they had left under the boos of the audience remaining in the gymnasium.
Cowards, I thought.
Sure, it meant that I had won the competition despite my defeat in the first match, but that victory left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I am not talking about the cum or the piss.
Coach Ranson must have felt that I would need to talk because he came to me before we got back in the bus. He asked me why I did not take a shower now that the competition was over.
“I just did not think about it, Coach.” I answered sincerely.
“Right! That’s what I like to hear, when you do not think. You’re just fine with walking around with that spunk all over you.”
I nodded yes and he patted my hair. Truthfully, I was starting to feel bad about what had happened during the competition. It was like my brain was slowly putting the pieces back together. What had I done?
The travel in the bus was awfully quiet. I was stinking like cum and the bus driver had asked me to go sit on the back, he was afraid to puke.
Daniel would no longer look at me and the other wrestlers were separated between those who had taken part in cumming on my face and the others. I felt responsible for the tension within the team. At least, I was no longer hard. To be honest, I had come to a place where I hated Eddy now, I hated my own freakishly huge cock!
Back on the campus, the Coach immediately told me that I needed to go to our locker-room to shower. I could not go back in the dorms in that state. The cum was dried and crackling everywhere on my body. I was still wearing my damn singlet.
“Come on, boy, go ahead, I’ll join you.” He said to me before addressing the rest of the team.
I did not question the Head Coach (obviously!) and went towards the gym and the locker-rooms. I tried to block the flow of thoughts going through my mind. I was having crazy flashes. I wondered if I had not imagined things. I knew I would break down if I were to stop and think for a second.
I painfully took my sticky singlet off, what a fucking relief that was, and went showering. My dick was free from the cage and Eddy was sleeping, he was flaccid.
I saw the filth going into the shower’s drain and once again, my mind got lost in incoherent thoughts. I was now obsessing over my fingers, getting cleaned by the clear water. My middle finger in particular. Should I put it in my asshole?
[Chapter 26 continues below]
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 26: A new age of wrestling (Part 2)
Thankfully, the Head Coach came in before I could act on that thought. He was naked, his limp but thick cock dangling between his large thighs as he walked towards me.
“I thought I could use a shower too; it was a stressful day.” He stated.
I nodded yes, it had been.
The Coach shampooed his beard and his hair and enjoyed the water falling down on his skin. I looked at him. It was so rare seeing him without his cap or his blue nylon shorts. Right at this moment, as I watched him scrubbing his hairy pecs and muscular dad body, I started crying under the shower.
Like a kid, unable to stop myself, I sobbed. I did not even know why I was crying.
When Coach Ranson realized that, he turned off the shower head and walked towards me. He looked at me for a few seconds, did not say a word and he hugged me. His hairy and wet body pressed against my own.
“There, there boy. It was an intense day, right? Must have been very difficult for you to lose that first match.”
“Yeah…” I said, my head buried in his shoulder.
The Coach was patting my hair again. I felt safe in his arms.
“But you did good, boy. You did very good. Nobody can be on top all the time, true champions are being recognized when they bounce back after a failure. And what a way to bounce back! The other team forfeited all of his members. This was a tremendous service for our entire team. You were a hero today, Scott.”
I let go of his embrace. I did not want to look weak, and also, his dick was getting hard against my thigh.
“Coach, I won but…” Finally, I managed to say it, the thing that maybe was bothering me the most: “I am not sure I want to win if it is like this.”
“Scott, you are a fantastic wrestler. As any other professional athlete, you are using every tool at your disposal to win. You did wrestle today and, if you won, it simply means you were the best at it!”
“I barely fought during the matches! Everyone was too afraid to get anywhere near me!”
“My boy, you have to realize that we have entered a new age of wrestling and you are the greatest champion of this new era! Why cannot you just appreciate this? The other athletes, the ones who have forfeited their chances, they are the ones who should feel ashamed, Scott. Not you.”
“Coach… Could we just… For the finale competitions of the season, could we go back to the actual wrestling, I mean the fighting? I want to win through a great move, not because I have been pissed and cummed on by tons of guys before going on to the mat.”
Saying this out loud shocked me. Not only it was crazy to admit casually that I had just been pissed on, but I was also sort of standing up to the Coach which at this point, seemed like such a huge act of bravery.
Coach Ranson looked disappointed but he smiled at me.
“Of course, Scott. I would never make you do something you are not comfortable with. You know that. If you are willing to take the risk of losing, then, so be it. You are ultimately the one champion here, not me.”
“I think I would want to show another side of me for the last matches of the season, that’s all. I know I can beat these guys on technique only.”
“Then, we will do exactly that.”
“Thanks, Coach.”
Crazy thing was, it did not even cross my mind that my wrestling Coach had essentially allowed me to “fight” during my matches. Like if it was a crazy request or something! I was genuinely appreciative of Coach Ranson hearing me out and letting me training on my wrestling technique… The irony was just too good!
“Listen, Scott. I was very impressed by you today. Never feel ashamed of what you are willing to do to be victorious. You are a pioneer and this is always a difficult spot but generations after you will look up you. Just think of our young Tom, how he wishes to be like you someday!”
“You’re right, Coach, I swear. I… I am feeling better now.”
The Head Coach put a towel around his waist and went back in the locker-room. I followed him. There was a strong smell in there, oh well, that was my singlet of course. Coach Ranson was going through a bag and got something out of it.
The chastity cage! I felt my dick shrunken at this sight.
“You saw how things can degenerate when you are not wearing this, Scott? You were clearly distraught.”
Again, I knew that he was right. I had even begged him to put the cage back on me so I could forget about Eddy during the competition.
“Coach, it was like my dick had a mind of its own, like it was not even part of me… I know it must sound weird… It was like my dick was someone else.”
“Shhhh.” He put his finger on my lips. “Thankfully, the last competitions of the year are a month away. That means that you will be able to wear this non-stop for nearly five weeks. It should help you feel much better! You won’t have to think about your monstruous abnormal cock for 31 days. Imagine just how great it will be to have some peace of mind.”
I smiled largely at that thought. Truly, I was relieved. I had hated the feeling of Eddy getting control over me.
Without any further discussion, I let the Head Coach put the cage back on my dick. It hurt a bit when he forced my foreskin between the metal bars but I knew I would be better off without Eddy in my life. I could still rub my nipples if I needed to feel some sort of a sexual release.
When I came back in the dorm, Victor was looking at something on his computer.
Damn, Francis had been quick! It was a video entitled “Bukkake from and for the fans! (live during competition!)” posted on the Wrestling Team Gone Wild Onlyfans’ page. The video was on pause while I was kneeling down in the bleak gymnasium’s bathroom, getting jizzed on by an obese guy.
“Dude, you really went for it today!” Victor said, visibly impressed.
“Yeah… I lost my first match and the Coach thought….”
“The page is blowing up!” He showed me his computer, the Onlyfans post had already more than 100 likes. Shit, how many people were now subscribed to the page?
The video featuring my teammates entitled “Wrestling team REALLY gone wild – 5 cocks for 1 fag” would be featured later on that week and would be even more successful.
Victor opened another page and there I was, standing up, looking proud, drenched and smeared with cum. But it was not a private site, it was posted on a public forum. Dozens of pictures of me had been published there in the last few hours.
“I… I thought this would remain private.” I mumbled, feeling my heart racing.
“Scott, those pictures are not from the Onlyfans, they come from the official images of the competition. They were taken on the mat, inside the gymnasium.”
“Oh…”
I thought about what the Coach had told me about the new age of wrestling. This was it then.
“Relax, man. It’s not worse than anything you have done before. But I have to say, it kind of got me horny again.” Victor told, while grabbing his hard cock.
Did I mention that he was naked? I thought it was obvious since he did no longer wear any clothes when we were in our dorm room.
“Wait. Dude, you get hard watching me?” I spoke.
Weirdly, I still had some brief moments of clarity. Those were getting rare though.
“I mean, yeah. I know how good you are at giving blowjobs. You have to understand, mate. If you find yourself a good cocksucker, when you see his mouth filled with sperm, it kinda gives you ideas… Women or fags, does not make much different. Just a natural reaction.” He stroked his cock.
“Fuck you, Victor, I’m not a fag or a cocksucker. I did that only to win the comp, it’s just how wrestling is now! And you know that I need the sperm because of the proteins!”
He bursted out laughing.
“A cock sucker is someone who sucks cocks. Simple definition. You do suck cocks, and a lot of it, so there is no way around it, you’re a cock sucker. Besides, there is no insult in that, I don’t know why you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad, it’s just…”
“And you’re clearly delusional, man. It’s obvious that you love it. Now come on, after all the dicks that you took today, you can at least help out your best friend!”
The fact that he called me his best friend for the first time rattled me. He stood up to present his dick to me, now at full mast, already dripping.
“That’s sick, dude. I’m not in the mood.” I spoke.
Victor tried to convince for long minutes but I refused to give in. He was upset. My roommate did not understand why I was refusing him a good blowjob while I was sucking strangers’ dick. I did not have an answer to that. In the end, I just told him that I had reached my limit of cock-sucking for one day and he left the room moody.
Did he still think that I was his best friend after that? I wondered.
In the following days, things calmed down a bit. With hindsight, I think my entourage had understood that I was on the verge of breaking down entirely and this is why they were a bit more conciliant with me.
It came as quite a surprise when for the next training sessions, we actually all worked on our technique! I had to fight a few matches against Cory and Amir and I won every one of them. I was still wearing the chastity cage and my recking filthy singlet, but other than that, the training sessions were almost normal.
Daniel seemed more relax and he helped me working out like nothing had happened. Like he had not shoved his finger in my hole.
Rumours had it that new regulations from the National College Wrestling Board would be published to give some specifications on the rules of the sport. Throughout the country, athletes, members of the staff, and even representatives of universities and political figures were debating on where was the line between sport and porn.
The Wrestling Team Gone Wild page had indeed blown up and nobody could pretend otherwise at this point. There were thousands of followers!
However, I could not take any financial benefits from this success. The other members of The Wolves were now featured and they knew that I had been paid way more than them for the calendar’s shoot. They requested the same deal as Damian and wanted to be entirely “reimbursed” before I could earn anything.
I did not mind that much. At least, the secret about my deal for the university’s calendar was now out for good and nobody could blame me for stealing their money anymore.
Damian, Eli, Amir, Tom and the rest of the team were acting cool with me, even thanking me for doing “what was right” about that money thing. I appreciated also that the spotlight was less on me and that Francis would now call out other members of the Wolves for shooting sessions. Apparently, Tom had sucked Eli’s dick and Amir had put an XXL dildo up his hairy ass in some of the latest videos.
The Onlyfans page had never lived up to its name so well.
The cage was helping a lot too, my dick under control, I could focus on class and on wrestling. I still had to play with my nipple regularly to feel some kind of release but I was feeling much better.
Well, that was until nipples play felt no longer sufficient… Yes, I would rub them in the shower but it would feel forced, and eventually boring. I had gotten used to the sensation of my own fingers going through them and I could not get back to the feeling I experienced when Doctor Peterson had been the one playing with my nipples.
After a week in the cage, I was starting to get really itchy. I knew that I could not ask Coach Ranson to free me but the fact that I had four more weeks to go without cumming seemed merely impossible to handle. I did not want for Eddy to come back in my life but I did not know how to cope with my sexual frustration anymore.
It was especially difficult when Victor, still upset that I had refused to suck his dick, would jerk off every single night for long hours, edging himself a few feet from me, and cumming buckets of loads everywhere. I was so jealous of him!
The porn he was watching was sort of getting in my brain. He was watching a particular series called “explore the cave”, where girls would get fucked only in the ass. They would shove dicks in their holes of course, but also various toys and dildos which seemed to get only larger as the video series continued.
In other videos, girls were licking and fingering guys’ asses. The porn was on at all times.
Sometimes, I had to leave the room to calm down but then, I was feeling itchy again, Eddy wanted to wake up, trapped in his cage. The more Victor was watching this stuff, the more it looked like they were only guys featured even if there was still a girl in the middle going from one musky hole to the other.
One day, while he was watching episode 205 of the series, I really got mad at Victor:
“Fuck, man, can you stop stroking for just one minute? It’s crazy how much you’re always on that dick, that’s enough!”
“Dude, if you just blew me, I’m sure I could be done so much faster! Your call!” He winked at me.
I gave him the middle finger and I slammed the door.
I went in the communal showers, using the cold water to calm myself. I started to play with my nipples.
But then, I thought of those guys who were getting fingered in the video Victor was watching…
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 26: A new age of wrestling (Part 2)
Thankfully, the Head Coach came in before I could act on that thought. He was naked, his limp but thick cock dangling between his large thighs as he walked towards me.
“I thought I could use a shower too; it was a stressful day.” He stated.
I nodded yes, it had been.
The Coach shampooed his beard and his hair and enjoyed the water falling down on his skin. I looked at him. It was so rare seeing him without his cap or his blue nylon shorts. Right at this moment, as I watched him scrubbing his hairy pecs and muscular dad body, I started crying under the shower.
Like a kid, unable to stop myself, I sobbed. I did not even know why I was crying.
When Coach Ranson realized that, he turned off the shower head and walked towards me. He looked at me for a few seconds, did not say a word and he hugged me. His hairy and wet body pressed against my own.
“There, there boy. It was an intense day, right? Must have been very difficult for you to lose that first match.”
“Yeah…” I said, my head buried in his shoulder.
The Coach was patting my hair again. I felt safe in his arms.
“But you did good, boy. You did very good. Nobody can be on top all the time, true champions are being recognized when they bounce back after a failure. And what a way to bounce back! The other team forfeited all of his members. This was a tremendous service for our entire team. You were a hero today, Scott.”
I let go of his embrace. I did not want to look weak, and also, his dick was getting hard against my thigh.
“Coach, I won but…” Finally, I managed to say it, the thing that maybe was bothering me the most: “I am not sure I want to win if it is like this.”
“Scott, you are a fantastic wrestler. As any other professional athlete, you are using every tool at your disposal to win. You did wrestle today and, if you won, it simply means you were the best at it!”
“I barely fought during the matches! Everyone was too afraid to get anywhere near me!”
“My boy, you have to realize that we have entered a new age of wrestling and you are the greatest champion of this new era! Why cannot you just appreciate this? The other athletes, the ones who have forfeited their chances, they are the ones who should feel ashamed, Scott. Not you.”
“Coach… Could we just… For the finale competitions of the season, could we go back to the actual wrestling, I mean the fighting? I want to win through a great move, not because I have been pissed and cummed on by tons of guys before going on to the mat.”
Saying this out loud shocked me. Not only it was crazy to admit casually that I had just been pissed on, but I was also sort of standing up to the Coach which at this point, seemed like such a huge act of bravery.
Coach Ranson looked disappointed but he smiled at me.
“Of course, Scott. I would never make you do something you are not comfortable with. You know that. If you are willing to take the risk of losing, then, so be it. You are ultimately the one champion here, not me.”
“I think I would want to show another side of me for the last matches of the season, that’s all. I know I can beat these guys on technique only.”
“Then, we will do exactly that.”
“Thanks, Coach.”
Crazy thing was, it did not even cross my mind that my wrestling Coach had essentially allowed me to “fight” during my matches. Like if it was a crazy request or something! I was genuinely appreciative of Coach Ranson hearing me out and letting me training on my wrestling technique… The irony was just too good!
“Listen, Scott. I was very impressed by you today. Never feel ashamed of what you are willing to do to be victorious. You are a pioneer and this is always a difficult spot but generations after you will look up you. Just think of our young Tom, how he wishes to be like you someday!”
“You’re right, Coach, I swear. I… I am feeling better now.”
The Head Coach put a towel around his waist and went back in the locker-room. I followed him. There was a strong smell in there, oh well, that was my singlet of course. Coach Ranson was going through a bag and got something out of it.
The chastity cage! I felt my dick shrunken at this sight.
“You saw how things can degenerate when you are not wearing this, Scott? You were clearly distraught.”
Again, I knew that he was right. I had even begged him to put the cage back on me so I could forget about Eddy during the competition.
“Coach, it was like my dick had a mind of its own, like it was not even part of me… I know it must sound weird… It was like my dick was someone else.”
“Shhhh.” He put his finger on my lips. “Thankfully, the last competitions of the year are a month away. That means that you will be able to wear this non-stop for nearly five weeks. It should help you feel much better! You won’t have to think about your monstruous abnormal cock for 31 days. Imagine just how great it will be to have some peace of mind.”
I smiled largely at that thought. Truly, I was relieved. I had hated the feeling of Eddy getting control over me.
Without any further discussion, I let the Head Coach put the cage back on my dick. It hurt a bit when he forced my foreskin between the metal bars but I knew I would be better off without Eddy in my life. I could still rub my nipples if I needed to feel some sort of a sexual release.
When I came back in the dorm, Victor was looking at something on his computer.
Damn, Francis had been quick! It was a video entitled “Bukkake from and for the fans! (live during competition!)” posted on the Wrestling Team Gone Wild Onlyfans’ page. The video was on pause while I was kneeling down in the bleak gymnasium’s bathroom, getting jizzed on by an obese guy.
“Dude, you really went for it today!” Victor said, visibly impressed.
“Yeah… I lost my first match and the Coach thought….”
“The page is blowing up!” He showed me his computer, the Onlyfans post had already more than 100 likes. Shit, how many people were now subscribed to the page?
The video featuring my teammates entitled “Wrestling team REALLY gone wild – 5 cocks for 1 fag” would be featured later on that week and would be even more successful.
Victor opened another page and there I was, standing up, looking proud, drenched and smeared with cum. But it was not a private site, it was posted on a public forum. Dozens of pictures of me had been published there in the last few hours.
“I… I thought this would remain private.” I mumbled, feeling my heart racing.
“Scott, those pictures are not from the Onlyfans, they come from the official images of the competition. They were taken on the mat, inside the gymnasium.”
“Oh…”
I thought about what the Coach had told me about the new age of wrestling. This was it then.
“Relax, man. It’s not worse than anything you have done before. But I have to say, it kind of got me horny again.” Victor told, while grabbing his hard cock.
Did I mention that he was naked? I thought it was obvious since he did no longer wear any clothes when we were in our dorm room.
“Wait. Dude, you get hard watching me?” I spoke.
Weirdly, I still had some brief moments of clarity. Those were getting rare though.
“I mean, yeah. I know how good you are at giving blowjobs. You have to understand, mate. If you find yourself a good cocksucker, when you see his mouth filled with sperm, it kinda gives you ideas… Women or fags, does not make much different. Just a natural reaction.” He stroked his cock.
“Fuck you, Victor, I’m not a fag or a cocksucker. I did that only to win the comp, it’s just how wrestling is now! And you know that I need the sperm because of the proteins!”
He bursted out laughing.
“A cock sucker is someone who sucks cocks. Simple definition. You do suck cocks, and a lot of it, so there is no way around it, you’re a cock sucker. Besides, there is no insult in that, I don’t know why you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad, it’s just…”
“And you’re clearly delusional, man. It’s obvious that you love it. Now come on, after all the dicks that you took today, you can at least help out your best friend!”
The fact that he called me his best friend for the first time rattled me. He stood up to present his dick to me, now at full mast, already dripping.
“That’s sick, dude. I’m not in the mood.” I spoke.
Victor tried to convince for long minutes but I refused to give in. He was upset. My roommate did not understand why I was refusing him a good blowjob while I was sucking strangers’ dick. I did not have an answer to that. In the end, I just told him that I had reached my limit of cock-sucking for one day and he left the room moody.
Did he still think that I was his best friend after that? I wondered.
In the following days, things calmed down a bit. With hindsight, I think my entourage had understood that I was on the verge of breaking down entirely and this is why they were a bit more conciliant with me.
It came as quite a surprise when for the next training sessions, we actually all worked on our technique! I had to fight a few matches against Cory and Amir and I won every one of them. I was still wearing the chastity cage and my recking filthy singlet, but other than that, the training sessions were almost normal.
Daniel seemed more relax and he helped me working out like nothing had happened. Like he had not shoved his finger in my hole.
Rumours had it that new regulations from the National College Wrestling Board would be published to give some specifications on the rules of the sport. Throughout the country, athletes, members of the staff, and even representatives of universities and political figures were debating on where was the line between sport and porn.
The Wrestling Team Gone Wild page had indeed blown up and nobody could pretend otherwise at this point. There were thousands of followers!
However, I could not take any financial benefits from this success. The other members of The Wolves were now featured and they knew that I had been paid way more than them for the calendar’s shoot. They requested the same deal as Damian and wanted to be entirely “reimbursed” before I could earn anything.
I did not mind that much. At least, the secret about my deal for the university’s calendar was now out for good and nobody could blame me for stealing their money anymore.
Damian, Eli, Amir, Tom and the rest of the team were acting cool with me, even thanking me for doing “what was right” about that money thing. I appreciated also that the spotlight was less on me and that Francis would now call out other members of the Wolves for shooting sessions. Apparently, Tom had sucked Eli’s dick and Amir had put an XXL dildo up his hairy ass in some of the latest videos.
The Onlyfans page had never lived up to its name so well.
The cage was helping a lot too, my dick under control, I could focus on class and on wrestling. I still had to play with my nipple regularly to feel some kind of release but I was feeling much better.
Well, that was until nipples play felt no longer sufficient… Yes, I would rub them in the shower but it would feel forced, and eventually boring. I had gotten used to the sensation of my own fingers going through them and I could not get back to the feeling I experienced when Doctor Peterson had been the one playing with my nipples.
After a week in the cage, I was starting to get really itchy. I knew that I could not ask Coach Ranson to free me but the fact that I had four more weeks to go without cumming seemed merely impossible to handle. I did not want for Eddy to come back in my life but I did not know how to cope with my sexual frustration anymore.
It was especially difficult when Victor, still upset that I had refused to suck his dick, would jerk off every single night for long hours, edging himself a few feet from me, and cumming buckets of loads everywhere. I was so jealous of him!
The porn he was watching was sort of getting in my brain. He was watching a particular series called “explore the cave”, where girls would get fucked only in the ass. They would shove dicks in their holes of course, but also various toys and dildos which seemed to get only larger as the video series continued.
In other videos, girls were licking and fingering guys’ asses. The porn was on at all times.
Sometimes, I had to leave the room to calm down but then, I was feeling itchy again, Eddy wanted to wake up, trapped in his cage. The more Victor was watching this stuff, the more it looked like they were only guys featured even if there was still a girl in the middle going from one musky hole to the other.
One day, while he was watching episode 205 of the series, I really got mad at Victor:
“Fuck, man, can you stop stroking for just one minute? It’s crazy how much you’re always on that dick, that’s enough!”
“Dude, if you just blew me, I’m sure I could be done so much faster! Your call!” He winked at me.
I gave him the middle finger and I slammed the door.
I went in the communal showers, using the cold water to calm myself. I started to play with my nipples.
But then, I thought of those guys who were getting fingered in the video Victor was watching…
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 27: Exploring the cave (Part 1)
I was in the shower, trying to cool off after being exposed to a full hour of videos of girls (and guy!) fingering themselves on Victor’s computer.
The “Explore the cave” porn series was really giving me a hard time. I had been feeling itchy for a few days at that point and Victor’s constant stream of adult movies only made it worse.
I tried to touch my nipples again to relax but it was barely doing anything. I thought about my roommate, lucky enough to stroke his big cock all day long. How much I envied him!
I looked down at my own dick, locked in its cage.
I used to love jerking off and cumming. Now, the act of ejaculation was utterly terrifying for me.
I let the water fall down on me. Would I remove the chastity cage and free Eddy after the semester would be over? I seriously wondered for the first time.
I turned around and the hot water was hitting my ass. I felt some drops running between my ass-crack. It felt nice. I thought again about the guys fingering themselves in the videos. I thought about Daniel, the assistant-coach, fingering my own ass. I stared at my own fingers. Still, I was uncomfortable with that, I was not gay. Or at least, I was not sure that I was.
I finished my shower and went back into the dorm. I had slammed the door on Victor and pretty much insulted him when I had left. I assumed the atmosphere would be tense in the room.
“I’m sorry, dude.” Victor said as I walked in.
I was naked besides the towel tightly wrapped around my waist. My roommate was totally nude as per usual.
“Sorry about what?”
“Jacking off all the time when you can’t. I know this is my room and I should be able to do whatever I want but I can tell that it makes you miserable.”
An actual apology? I was stunned.
“Well, yeah. It’s tough.”
“Sorry, bro. That’s just natural, you know. I’m a man, I have to make me feel good and you told me that you did not mind. I mean, for a while, you even purposely watched me stroking to make yourself feel better. I thought I was helping.”
“I know, but the ersatz thing. That does not work anymore. I mean, I do no longer need to get my dick flaccid. He is always soft.”
“He?”
“I mean, it, my cock.”
I felt myself blushing. Eddy was my own little secret. Nobody needed to know how I was referring to my own freaking dick.
“I have always been on your side, Scott, I hope you realize that. I never listened to the rumours about you, I have accepted to be your roommate despite everyone telling me I should get the fuck away from the fag of the campus. You cannot imagine the crap I get from sharing a room with the notorious cum-stick. I fought with Travis because of you…”
I sat down on my bed. I guess I had not thought about all that.
“Victor, I did not ask you to do anything, especially not to fight with Trav…”
Victor came to sit down next to me.
“I know, mate. I stayed by your side because you’re my friend, my best friend.”
He hugged me. I regretted my outburst. I could not lose the only remaining ally that I had.
“I’m sorry that I got upset earlier. It just feels like sometimes you’re jerking off in front of me on purpose, just to get me horny, to make me feel frustrated.”
“Cards on the table, I think this is partly true.” Victor admitted. Again, I was surprised. “I’m not proud of it, man. I guess that I was just upset that you would give BJs to literal strangers and disgusting guys, and you would not do the same for me, after everything I have done to help you. It’s almost insulting to me, to my dick.”
“Victor, I’m not gay and I thought you weren’t either.”
“It has nothing to do with being freaking homos! Just friends helping out each other. Just like I did when you were the one begging to see me cum. I did not call you gay back then. You always have to twist things.”
Once again, it was my fault. I did not know what to say. Victor put his hand on my thigh and my towel loosened up. He could see my cage now.
“Look, I’ll drop it, Scott. Let’s just forget about this. I want to help you out, man. I can see that you’ve not been feeling good lately. I know you’re under a lot of pressure.”
“I’m fine. The supplements, diet, and work-out keep me in great shape. I am just below the 149 lbs and I feel super ready to compete.” I think I was mostly trying to convince myself. “As for my cock and jerking off, seriously, I’m just happy that Ed… that my dick is not hard all the time. It’s almost a relief at this point.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
I shrugged my shoulders, feeling stupid.
“It’s just difficult to never, ever, be allowed to get hard, to never cum. When I see you doing it all the time, it’s like torture! I want to rip my cage off and blow a load but I know it’s not good for me.”
“And you did not find any other way to release yourself?”
“What do you mean?”
I was horrified when I saw his gaze ending up on my nipples. Fuck. He could not possibly know?!
“I thought… Like, your nipples… They look kind of funny lately, I thought you were playing with them.” Victor said.
Jesus, I was working on them so much that they did have become a bit more purple, especially when I would come back after rubbing them in the shower. But I had no idea that Victor had noticed. I did not think it was that obvious!
But unless he had spoken to Doctor Peterson (which I could not imagine at the time), Victor had no other way to know.
“That’s nothing, man. Sometimes, I just caress them a little…” I tried to say, downplaying the whole thing but my roommate seemed suddenly very interested.
“Does it make you feel good?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“Awesome!” He pinched my left nipple.
“Hey!”
“Did that feel good?”
“No, it hurt!”
I did kind of feel good actually but I was not going to tell Victor that. Mostly, I was surprised by his action.
“Fuck, I guess I don’t have the magic touch.” He smiled at me.
For the first time in a while, the atmosphere felt more relaxed. We could joke with each other. It was not a big deal.
“It’s nothing weird, really. Nipples are just another erogenous part in our bodies.” I explained, remembering the words of Doctor Peterson. “I’m sure yours are sensitive too.”
“Maybe…”
Victor started caressing himself.
“Nothing.” He stated.
“You’re doing it wrong.”
He grabbed my hand and put it on his right nipple. It was quite hairy.
“Show me, then.” He asked.
“That’s weird.”
“Oh, come on, Scott…”
Not wanting to make things awkward again, I caressed his nipple quickly and gave it a slight pinch. He shrugged his shoulders as if he was bored with it, but I could swear that his dick was getting to half-mast.
“Guess that’s not my thing.” Victor commented while his cock was saying otherwise.
“You just have to find the right spot, but it’s barely working for me anymore.” I replied, being quite genuine.
“Why?”
“Don’t know… I guess I’m not that good at it either. At first, it helped but now, it does not do it anymore.”
“You think it would feel better if someone else was doing it?”
I remembered too well how good it had felt when Peterson was the one playing with my nipples and I replied spontaneously:
“Of course!”
Victor smiled largely. Fuck, what did I just say? This could get me in troubles.
“Ok. If this is what it takes. I’m ready to do that for you.”
“Dude… Again, I did not ask you to do anything.”
“I know, but I feel bad. I’ve been teasing you with my cock leaking its juice everywhere for the past few days. I should have been more considerate.” Victor said. “Obviously, I don’t really want to lick your nipples…”
“Who said anything about licking?”
He pretended not to hear me and continued:
“Like they are hairy as fuck, that’s disgusting but eh, this is the kind of things that friends do for each other! I don’t think you’ll find any girl willing to suck your nipples anyway, especially when you’re wearing this.” He pointed to the cock cage. “Someone has to take one for the team.”
As bad as I was feeling about this, I did want someone to make me feel good. Just for once.
“I don’t know, Vic…”
“Just bros being bros.” He spoke, putting his hand firmly on my left nipple. Immediately, I felt something.
“Vic…” I mumbled.
If only we were not naked, maybe it would feel less awkward.
“Dude, you swallowed my loads more time than I can count, you sucked my big cock like a pro, I can do you that favour.”
The idea began to sound less crazy and more appealing. For once, Victor would be the one servicing me, playing with my nipples, doing something gay! Not the other way around. I felt more at ease with that.
“I guess we can try if you’re sure you don’t mind.” I finally conceded.
“I do mind but I’m your friend and I want to be there for you.”
He was already rubbing both of my nipples anyway. Jesus, he really was going for it! I looked away but the sensations were real.
“Like that?” He asked me.
He sounded like he sincerely wanted to do a good job.
“Yeah, that’s good.” I tried to reply casually, my mind railing.
Already, this felt so much better than anything I was doing myself.
With more confidence, Victor started to pinch my nipples slightly, he even spat on one of his fingers before rubbing them on the edge of my right nipple. He then worked both at the same time, alternating between softly caressing them and downright twisting them. Sometimes it hurt, mostly it felt good.
I refrained a moan.
“You like that?”
“Yeah…”
I looked towards him for a split second and I caught his eager face, getting closer to my nipples. When he started biting them slightly, I moaned. He kept going, he spat on them. At one point, he bit my left nipple and I let go of a long and loud moan.
“Dude, can you shut up? I’m trying to picture that these are big juicy boobs! I cannot do that while I hear a guy grunting above me.”
He stopped for just a second and immediately I felt the frustration, the withdrawal.
He was launching a new episode of “Explore the cave” where a woman was gaping her ass, fucking herself with a huge cucumber. He put the sound on to cover my own moans.
Victor pushed me down so I would be lying on the bed, he threw away my towel, knelt down next to me, and resumed his sucking. The way he was working on my nipples had nothing to do with my miserable attempts of pleasuring myself. Especially, when he used his tongue. Fuck, the guy could do magic with that tongue!
“Hmmmmmm…..” That felt so good. Again, I could not help myself from moaning.
“Bro!” He scolded me.
“Sorry… I…”
Victor stood up. He was fully erected. I was a bit shocked when his full hard cock revealed itself to me. I did not make any comment though.
“You’re the one making it weird, bro. Can you at least shave so it looked more like girls’ boobs? I need to think that I’m sucking some good bitch’s titties.”
“Victor, I can’t do that…”
I looked at my nipples, there were a weird shade of purple after all that friction. Now that my roommate had stopped playing with them, I felt the embarrassment again.
“Dude, I’m literally sucking on your tits to make you cum like the girls do, the least you could do is play the part and shave, don’t you think?”
I did not have time to reply that Victor was already getting a razor. A minute later, he took care of shaving me, even this got me excited while he was taking care of my pectoral region. The part had become very sensitive in the past half hour.
He did not stop at my nipples and pecs though, he let the razor go all over my chest, not being super careful with his technique.
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Chapter 27: Exploring the cave (Part 1)
I was in the shower, trying to cool off after being exposed to a full hour of videos of girls (and guy!) fingering themselves on Victor’s computer.
The “Explore the cave” porn series was really giving me a hard time. I had been feeling itchy for a few days at that point and Victor’s constant stream of adult movies only made it worse.
I tried to touch my nipples again to relax but it was barely doing anything. I thought about my roommate, lucky enough to stroke his big cock all day long. How much I envied him!
I looked down at my own dick, locked in its cage.
I used to love jerking off and cumming. Now, the act of ejaculation was utterly terrifying for me.
I let the water fall down on me. Would I remove the chastity cage and free Eddy after the semester would be over? I seriously wondered for the first time.
I turned around and the hot water was hitting my ass. I felt some drops running between my ass-crack. It felt nice. I thought again about the guys fingering themselves in the videos. I thought about Daniel, the assistant-coach, fingering my own ass. I stared at my own fingers. Still, I was uncomfortable with that, I was not gay. Or at least, I was not sure that I was.
I finished my shower and went back into the dorm. I had slammed the door on Victor and pretty much insulted him when I had left. I assumed the atmosphere would be tense in the room.
“I’m sorry, dude.” Victor said as I walked in.
I was naked besides the towel tightly wrapped around my waist. My roommate was totally nude as per usual.
“Sorry about what?”
“Jacking off all the time when you can’t. I know this is my room and I should be able to do whatever I want but I can tell that it makes you miserable.”
An actual apology? I was stunned.
“Well, yeah. It’s tough.”
“Sorry, bro. That’s just natural, you know. I’m a man, I have to make me feel good and you told me that you did not mind. I mean, for a while, you even purposely watched me stroking to make yourself feel better. I thought I was helping.”
“I know, but the ersatz thing. That does not work anymore. I mean, I do no longer need to get my dick flaccid. He is always soft.”
“He?”
“I mean, it, my cock.”
I felt myself blushing. Eddy was my own little secret. Nobody needed to know how I was referring to my own freaking dick.
“I have always been on your side, Scott, I hope you realize that. I never listened to the rumours about you, I have accepted to be your roommate despite everyone telling me I should get the fuck away from the fag of the campus. You cannot imagine the crap I get from sharing a room with the notorious cum-stick. I fought with Travis because of you…”
I sat down on my bed. I guess I had not thought about all that.
“Victor, I did not ask you to do anything, especially not to fight with Trav…”
Victor came to sit down next to me.
“I know, mate. I stayed by your side because you’re my friend, my best friend.”
He hugged me. I regretted my outburst. I could not lose the only remaining ally that I had.
“I’m sorry that I got upset earlier. It just feels like sometimes you’re jerking off in front of me on purpose, just to get me horny, to make me feel frustrated.”
“Cards on the table, I think this is partly true.” Victor admitted. Again, I was surprised. “I’m not proud of it, man. I guess that I was just upset that you would give BJs to literal strangers and disgusting guys, and you would not do the same for me, after everything I have done to help you. It’s almost insulting to me, to my dick.”
“Victor, I’m not gay and I thought you weren’t either.”
“It has nothing to do with being freaking homos! Just friends helping out each other. Just like I did when you were the one begging to see me cum. I did not call you gay back then. You always have to twist things.”
Once again, it was my fault. I did not know what to say. Victor put his hand on my thigh and my towel loosened up. He could see my cage now.
“Look, I’ll drop it, Scott. Let’s just forget about this. I want to help you out, man. I can see that you’ve not been feeling good lately. I know you’re under a lot of pressure.”
“I’m fine. The supplements, diet, and work-out keep me in great shape. I am just below the 149 lbs and I feel super ready to compete.” I think I was mostly trying to convince myself. “As for my cock and jerking off, seriously, I’m just happy that Ed… that my dick is not hard all the time. It’s almost a relief at this point.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
I shrugged my shoulders, feeling stupid.
“It’s just difficult to never, ever, be allowed to get hard, to never cum. When I see you doing it all the time, it’s like torture! I want to rip my cage off and blow a load but I know it’s not good for me.”
“And you did not find any other way to release yourself?”
“What do you mean?”
I was horrified when I saw his gaze ending up on my nipples. Fuck. He could not possibly know?!
“I thought… Like, your nipples… They look kind of funny lately, I thought you were playing with them.” Victor said.
Jesus, I was working on them so much that they did have become a bit more purple, especially when I would come back after rubbing them in the shower. But I had no idea that Victor had noticed. I did not think it was that obvious!
But unless he had spoken to Doctor Peterson (which I could not imagine at the time), Victor had no other way to know.
“That’s nothing, man. Sometimes, I just caress them a little…” I tried to say, downplaying the whole thing but my roommate seemed suddenly very interested.
“Does it make you feel good?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“Awesome!” He pinched my left nipple.
“Hey!”
“Did that feel good?”
“No, it hurt!”
I did kind of feel good actually but I was not going to tell Victor that. Mostly, I was surprised by his action.
“Fuck, I guess I don’t have the magic touch.” He smiled at me.
For the first time in a while, the atmosphere felt more relaxed. We could joke with each other. It was not a big deal.
“It’s nothing weird, really. Nipples are just another erogenous part in our bodies.” I explained, remembering the words of Doctor Peterson. “I’m sure yours are sensitive too.”
“Maybe…”
Victor started caressing himself.
“Nothing.” He stated.
“You’re doing it wrong.”
He grabbed my hand and put it on his right nipple. It was quite hairy.
“Show me, then.” He asked.
“That’s weird.”
“Oh, come on, Scott…”
Not wanting to make things awkward again, I caressed his nipple quickly and gave it a slight pinch. He shrugged his shoulders as if he was bored with it, but I could swear that his dick was getting to half-mast.
“Guess that’s not my thing.” Victor commented while his cock was saying otherwise.
“You just have to find the right spot, but it’s barely working for me anymore.” I replied, being quite genuine.
“Why?”
“Don’t know… I guess I’m not that good at it either. At first, it helped but now, it does not do it anymore.”
“You think it would feel better if someone else was doing it?”
I remembered too well how good it had felt when Peterson was the one playing with my nipples and I replied spontaneously:
“Of course!”
Victor smiled largely. Fuck, what did I just say? This could get me in troubles.
“Ok. If this is what it takes. I’m ready to do that for you.”
“Dude… Again, I did not ask you to do anything.”
“I know, but I feel bad. I’ve been teasing you with my cock leaking its juice everywhere for the past few days. I should have been more considerate.” Victor said. “Obviously, I don’t really want to lick your nipples…”
“Who said anything about licking?”
He pretended not to hear me and continued:
“Like they are hairy as fuck, that’s disgusting but eh, this is the kind of things that friends do for each other! I don’t think you’ll find any girl willing to suck your nipples anyway, especially when you’re wearing this.” He pointed to the cock cage. “Someone has to take one for the team.”
As bad as I was feeling about this, I did want someone to make me feel good. Just for once.
“I don’t know, Vic…”
“Just bros being bros.” He spoke, putting his hand firmly on my left nipple. Immediately, I felt something.
“Vic…” I mumbled.
If only we were not naked, maybe it would feel less awkward.
“Dude, you swallowed my loads more time than I can count, you sucked my big cock like a pro, I can do you that favour.”
The idea began to sound less crazy and more appealing. For once, Victor would be the one servicing me, playing with my nipples, doing something gay! Not the other way around. I felt more at ease with that.
“I guess we can try if you’re sure you don’t mind.” I finally conceded.
“I do mind but I’m your friend and I want to be there for you.”
He was already rubbing both of my nipples anyway. Jesus, he really was going for it! I looked away but the sensations were real.
“Like that?” He asked me.
He sounded like he sincerely wanted to do a good job.
“Yeah, that’s good.” I tried to reply casually, my mind railing.
Already, this felt so much better than anything I was doing myself.
With more confidence, Victor started to pinch my nipples slightly, he even spat on one of his fingers before rubbing them on the edge of my right nipple. He then worked both at the same time, alternating between softly caressing them and downright twisting them. Sometimes it hurt, mostly it felt good.
I refrained a moan.
“You like that?”
“Yeah…”
I looked towards him for a split second and I caught his eager face, getting closer to my nipples. When he started biting them slightly, I moaned. He kept going, he spat on them. At one point, he bit my left nipple and I let go of a long and loud moan.
“Dude, can you shut up? I’m trying to picture that these are big juicy boobs! I cannot do that while I hear a guy grunting above me.”
He stopped for just a second and immediately I felt the frustration, the withdrawal.
He was launching a new episode of “Explore the cave” where a woman was gaping her ass, fucking herself with a huge cucumber. He put the sound on to cover my own moans.
Victor pushed me down so I would be lying on the bed, he threw away my towel, knelt down next to me, and resumed his sucking. The way he was working on my nipples had nothing to do with my miserable attempts of pleasuring myself. Especially, when he used his tongue. Fuck, the guy could do magic with that tongue!
“Hmmmmmm…..” That felt so good. Again, I could not help myself from moaning.
“Bro!” He scolded me.
“Sorry… I…”
Victor stood up. He was fully erected. I was a bit shocked when his full hard cock revealed itself to me. I did not make any comment though.
“You’re the one making it weird, bro. Can you at least shave so it looked more like girls’ boobs? I need to think that I’m sucking some good bitch’s titties.”
“Victor, I can’t do that…”
I looked at my nipples, there were a weird shade of purple after all that friction. Now that my roommate had stopped playing with them, I felt the embarrassment again.
“Dude, I’m literally sucking on your tits to make you cum like the girls do, the least you could do is play the part and shave, don’t you think?”
I did not have time to reply that Victor was already getting a razor. A minute later, he took care of shaving me, even this got me excited while he was taking care of my pectoral region. The part had become very sensitive in the past half hour.
He did not stop at my nipples and pecs though, he let the razor go all over my chest, not being super careful with his technique.
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Chapter 27: Exploring the cave (Part 2)
“Victor! What you’re doing? Stop!!” I shouted when I realized, but it was too late. Half of my lower chest was already entirely shaved.
“It just looked weird; it was uneven. Sorry, bro. I’m not a professional waxer. At this point, I think I should just shave everything on your chest, that would look less bizarre.” Victor said.
I normally just trimmed my public hair and nothing else on my body, but at this point, the results were disastrous. Small tufts of hair were standing out from places, my treasure trail was half shaved, I looked ridiculous.
“Just do it.” I finally said.
Victor pursued with the shaving process, making my nipples, pecs, and abs looking smooth. At least, he was no longer hard. He went lower than I had anticipated and completely removed my pubic hair.
For sure, it now looked even, I did no longer have any single hair on my chest!
“You don’t have a cock; you don’t need pubic hair.” He commented with a grin when he saw my perplex face. “Just kidding!” He added while I was about to snap back.
I did not have much back to say anyway. That was the simple truth, I did no longer have a cock. Not really. When Eddy was trapped, it barely felt that he existed.
After the shaving, Victor asked me to lie down in my bed again.
He lied on top of me this time, he said he needed a better hold on my “breasts”. His words, not mine.
Hard to say this was no homo when he went on with caressing, licking, kissing, pinching, sucking and biting my nipples like crazy, all the while rubbing his naked body against mine. Although I am a bit ashamed of my reaction, I started moaning uncontrollably.
Victor allowed me to moan but I had to try to imitate a girl’s sound not to weird him out.
That was the point where I started to moan like a girl. I was having a girl orgasm after all. And a real fucking one! Much better than anything I could have done to myself, or even that Peterson had offered.
For the very first time in my life, I felt a form of completion similar to what I was feeling when I was cumming with my cock, only from a totally different mean.
Victor had put one of his hands on my mouth while he was sucking on “my titties”, as he said, and he was also calling me dirty words “to stay in the mood.” Clearly, he did not need much help, he was hard as a rock and his dick was leaking all over me.
“You like my big cock dripping all over your pussy.” He whispered to me while some drops fell down on my freshly shaven pubic area and on my chastity cage.
The porn kept on playing on my side, the actress was doing the same type of moaning noises that I was. Or maybe I was the one mimicking her. She was now shoving a couple of bananas down her torn-up asshole. Who would be crazy enough to do something like that?
When he was done playing with my nipples and I was still under the bliss of what he had done to me, Victor asked me again for a blowjob.
“Look at the disgusting thing I have just done for you. You have to give something back, man, just bros helping bros.”
That time, I could not say no.
We switched positions. I knelt down, he sat on my own bed and I blew his throbbing cock until he cummed straight in my throat. The blowjob lasted less than two minutes, Victor had been edging himself for hours, if not for days.
The amount of cum I swallowed in consequence was huge. Not the first time that I felt like I was drowning in cum though. That did not alarm me, I just pushed it all down and swallowed like a good boy… or maybe a good girl?
We were both drained afterwards and we went to bed. Victor looked content. In a way, I was too. I fell asleep immediately.
Every day of that week, after class or after training, I would lie down on my bed, Victor would launch a porn from the “Exploring my cave” series, he would suck my nipples and I would return the favour on his dick.
I would drink all his cum and we would go to sleep.
Every day I was thinking that I would not go back, that I would not need Victor to play with my nipples and would stop the entire thing. But when the night came, I was never able to say no.
It felt simply too good to stop.
Even if Victor was going further in the way he was talking to me and treating me like his bitch, I kept on going with it. Knowing that I could get these orgasms without any risk of losing testosterone was keeping me sane during the day and the training sessions.
I did mention to Victor that I thought he was going too far with the comments about my breasts and pussy, he was also calling me all sorts of names: bitch, cunt, slut, dirty girl, cum dumpster. When I confronted him, Victor did not see the problem. He said that he needed to really think of me as a woman to allow himself to do what he was doing to me and that I should be thankful instead of complaining about it.
He was probably right. Who was lucky enough to have a friend ready to do those sorts of crazy shit just to help him feel better?
By the seventh day, I came back from a training session (I was actually very proud of the way I had performed on the mat that day, Daniel was giving me great advice on how to be more precise on the mat) and Victor immediately, and quite violently, pushed me on my bed.
He was visibly really horny.
“Baby girl needs a refill?” He played with his tongue around his lips, looking straight at my undershirt, my nipples already poking through.
“Vic, please, don’t call me that when we have not even started to…”
“But we have already started, my baby girl!” He was pulling off my clothes and I let him. Soon, I would feel his tongue all over my nipples.
Victor was really into it that evening. A very raunch porn was being played on his computer. “Toss My Black Salad”, a girl was rimming and fingering multiple of black guys, spitting in their holes, eating them like it was her last meal. In a way, it was even rougher than the “Exploring my cave” series.
I was clearly less enthusiastic than Victor that time. Maybe it was because my roommate was taking things too far, or maybe, it was simply because the pleasurable effects of nipples play were wearing off.
Do not get me wrong, it was still feeling good but while Victor was seemingly more and more into it and was systematically pouring loads and loads of cum on my face or in my mouth afterwards, I had gotten somewhat used to it.
This was frustrating. When I finally thought that I had found the perfect solution to stay sane despite the cage, I could feel that it was slipping through my fingers and that, soon, having my nipples played with would no longer be sufficient.
Also, after seven days of intense sucking and twitching, my tits looked bad, almost injured. I definitely needed a break.
I looked mindlessly as the porn playing while Victor was rubbing his cock on my right nipple. Something new that he was doing that evening. I did not mind. My nipples could no longer handle the twisting and pinching.
The guy’s hole in the porn was winking at me, opening to a large gape and shutting down quickly. The porn performer seemed over the moon. A very masculine guy, black, super tall and big, with pecs three times my size. The girl put her middle finger in his ass and he cummed what seemed like a gallon of jizz.
I moaned.
“Good girl.” Victor said.
I did make a high-pitched girly moan without even realizing it.
When we were done and I had swallowed yet another load of jizz from my roommate, he told me he would be away for the weekend. I was scared at first. I needed him. But then, I considered this was my perfect opportunity to have a break.
He left on Friday night and I quickly felt the cravings coming back. The itch in my body. The need to have some sort of release. Weirdly, I even missed the porn. It had become part of my routine, playing pretty much every time Victor was in the room.
I searched for a good video in a foolish attempt to ease my cravings. What was I expecting? I could not even jerk off!
I found the 235th episode of “Explore my cave” featuring two girls and one guy, all three of them shoving huge dildos up their respective asses. Next to those humongous things in the movie, the tiny pink butt plug offered by Doctor Peterson did not seem like much!
That was when the idea really started to form in my mind.
Maybe I could try it, just that one time? Putting a finger in my ass, would it be that bad? I mean, clearly, it would look way less gay than whatever I was currently doing with Victor! All those masculine guys were doing it, and way worse! Me, of course, I would never put a dildo or something really big in my ass, but just a finger… or two…
I searched for the butt plug hidden in a little box underneath my bed.
I was tempted. It did not look as big as when Peterson first handed it to me. But my ass was tight. I put it back in its place.
I really tried to reason myself. For long hours on the following Saturday, I went back and forth. A part of me wanted to shove that thing in my hole so bad, but something else, or rather someone else, the “old Scott” was pushing back.
It was a limit that I had promised myself not to cross.
Rumour had it that Amir was constantly working-out with a butt plug up his ass now. Was it weird? I did have my cage already…
When I hit the shower that night, my mind was a blur. My dick wanted to get hard so bad that it was aching, trapped in the cage. I could no longer touch my bruised nipples and Victor was not there anyway to do it right.
I let the hot water hit my ass crack for a while. This was something that I was already usually doing. Then, I did something new. I purposely positioned my hole so the pouring water would come straight at it.
I spread my ass. It felt good. I had made my decision.
What did I have to lose? No one would know.
I shoved my middle finger up my asshole and it swallowed it in one go, like a freaking vaccum.
“Hmmmmmmm…”
From that very second, and as if I had tested a very hard and addictive drug, I was hooked. I went back and forth with my middle finger, not even lubed, and I soon added my index to the mix.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm….”
“What the fuck?” A man’s voice said.
Shit, someone was showering in the stall next to me.
I rushed to my room before the other guy could identify me (who did I think I was fooling…), barely drying myself off. I locked myself in the room and jumped on my bed.
I had been fingered before, but never of my own accord. Now it was time to really dive in and “explore my cave”!
I looked for one of the early episodes of the porn series to find a video where it was only finger plays. Pretty tame as most of the videos involved at least some fruits and some dildos. I was looking for one featuring a girl but could not find one. I stopped scrolling when I reached one with a muscular Latino guy, entitled: “first fingers in an eager hole!”
I could relate.
Victor had lube on his night table. I sort of followed the video as if it was an instruction tool, a step-by-step guide on how to finger your tight asshole properly.
There was the one finger, then there were two, and then, there were three. I hesitated this time. My hole was pretty stretched already. The feeling of going back and forth was great but could I really insert one more? The guy in the video seemed so into it, I tried.
My index, middle and ring fingers slid into me more easily than I would have thought. I let go of several moans and again, while I was not using my dick, I felt myself reaching a form of orgasm I had never known before. Fucking incredible!
The guy on the video cummed with his big hairy cock but I could not. The video was over.
I did not need instructions to know what the next step was supposed to be though. I crawled on the carpet, desperately looking for the butt plug, I lubed it and finally, I shoved it in my ass.
“Hmmmmmmm….”
I needed that so bad!
I used it as a dildo, pulling in and pulling out while I was moaning like a whore. There was no shame anymore, just pleasure.
I felt my ass opening up. Was I gaping like these women and men in those porn videos? In a way, I was hoping so.
I had never thought of how lucky the women were to be able to cum as much as they wanted to. Us guys, once we had jizzed, it was over, but the girls could play with their pussies for hours and hours.
But now, I had uncovered their secret! I could experience that too and trust me, I definitely did!
My entire Sunday was spent with either some fingers or the butt plug in my hole. I did not leave the room.
Not only, I was able to feel some intense release for long periods of time, but the more I was playing with the inside of my hole, the more I was learning how to pleasure myself properly. I simply could not stop myself from rubbing, fingering, and filling it with my butt plug.
My compulsive behaviour was also based on the fact that once Victor would be back, I thought that I would stop playing with my ass immediately. In a sick way, I needed to enjoy it as much as possible while he was away.
The thing is, I did not have to keep my secret for too long.
My butt plug was well buried in my bare ass, while my legs were lifted up in the air, facing the door, when Victor came back in the room, three hours before the time he was supposed to come home.
“OH MY GOD!” He gasped. “You’re an even nastier cunt than I fought you were!”
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Chapter 27: Exploring the cave (Part 2)
“Victor! What you’re doing? Stop!!” I shouted when I realized, but it was too late. Half of my lower chest was already entirely shaved.
“It just looked weird; it was uneven. Sorry, bro. I’m not a professional waxer. At this point, I think I should just shave everything on your chest, that would look less bizarre.” Victor said.
I normally just trimmed my public hair and nothing else on my body, but at this point, the results were disastrous. Small tufts of hair were standing out from places, my treasure trail was half shaved, I looked ridiculous.
“Just do it.” I finally said.
Victor pursued with the shaving process, making my nipples, pecs, and abs looking smooth. At least, he was no longer hard. He went lower than I had anticipated and completely removed my pubic hair.
For sure, it now looked even, I did no longer have any single hair on my chest!
“You don’t have a cock; you don’t need pubic hair.” He commented with a grin when he saw my perplex face. “Just kidding!” He added while I was about to snap back.
I did not have much back to say anyway. That was the simple truth, I did no longer have a cock. Not really. When Eddy was trapped, it barely felt that he existed.
After the shaving, Victor asked me to lie down in my bed again.
He lied on top of me this time, he said he needed a better hold on my “breasts”. His words, not mine.
Hard to say this was no homo when he went on with caressing, licking, kissing, pinching, sucking and biting my nipples like crazy, all the while rubbing his naked body against mine. Although I am a bit ashamed of my reaction, I started moaning uncontrollably.
Victor allowed me to moan but I had to try to imitate a girl’s sound not to weird him out.
That was the point where I started to moan like a girl. I was having a girl orgasm after all. And a real fucking one! Much better than anything I could have done to myself, or even that Peterson had offered.
For the very first time in my life, I felt a form of completion similar to what I was feeling when I was cumming with my cock, only from a totally different mean.
Victor had put one of his hands on my mouth while he was sucking on “my titties”, as he said, and he was also calling me dirty words “to stay in the mood.” Clearly, he did not need much help, he was hard as a rock and his dick was leaking all over me.
“You like my big cock dripping all over your pussy.” He whispered to me while some drops fell down on my freshly shaven pubic area and on my chastity cage.
The porn kept on playing on my side, the actress was doing the same type of moaning noises that I was. Or maybe I was the one mimicking her. She was now shoving a couple of bananas down her torn-up asshole. Who would be crazy enough to do something like that?
When he was done playing with my nipples and I was still under the bliss of what he had done to me, Victor asked me again for a blowjob.
“Look at the disgusting thing I have just done for you. You have to give something back, man, just bros helping bros.”
That time, I could not say no.
We switched positions. I knelt down, he sat on my own bed and I blew his throbbing cock until he cummed straight in my throat. The blowjob lasted less than two minutes, Victor had been edging himself for hours, if not for days.
The amount of cum I swallowed in consequence was huge. Not the first time that I felt like I was drowning in cum though. That did not alarm me, I just pushed it all down and swallowed like a good boy… or maybe a good girl?
We were both drained afterwards and we went to bed. Victor looked content. In a way, I was too. I fell asleep immediately.
Every day of that week, after class or after training, I would lie down on my bed, Victor would launch a porn from the “Exploring my cave” series, he would suck my nipples and I would return the favour on his dick.
I would drink all his cum and we would go to sleep.
Every day I was thinking that I would not go back, that I would not need Victor to play with my nipples and would stop the entire thing. But when the night came, I was never able to say no.
It felt simply too good to stop.
Even if Victor was going further in the way he was talking to me and treating me like his bitch, I kept on going with it. Knowing that I could get these orgasms without any risk of losing testosterone was keeping me sane during the day and the training sessions.
I did mention to Victor that I thought he was going too far with the comments about my breasts and pussy, he was also calling me all sorts of names: bitch, cunt, slut, dirty girl, cum dumpster. When I confronted him, Victor did not see the problem. He said that he needed to really think of me as a woman to allow himself to do what he was doing to me and that I should be thankful instead of complaining about it.
He was probably right. Who was lucky enough to have a friend ready to do those sorts of crazy shit just to help him feel better?
By the seventh day, I came back from a training session (I was actually very proud of the way I had performed on the mat that day, Daniel was giving me great advice on how to be more precise on the mat) and Victor immediately, and quite violently, pushed me on my bed.
He was visibly really horny.
“Baby girl needs a refill?” He played with his tongue around his lips, looking straight at my undershirt, my nipples already poking through.
“Vic, please, don’t call me that when we have not even started to…”
“But we have already started, my baby girl!” He was pulling off my clothes and I let him. Soon, I would feel his tongue all over my nipples.
Victor was really into it that evening. A very raunch porn was being played on his computer. “Toss My Black Salad”, a girl was rimming and fingering multiple of black guys, spitting in their holes, eating them like it was her last meal. In a way, it was even rougher than the “Exploring my cave” series.
I was clearly less enthusiastic than Victor that time. Maybe it was because my roommate was taking things too far, or maybe, it was simply because the pleasurable effects of nipples play were wearing off.
Do not get me wrong, it was still feeling good but while Victor was seemingly more and more into it and was systematically pouring loads and loads of cum on my face or in my mouth afterwards, I had gotten somewhat used to it.
This was frustrating. When I finally thought that I had found the perfect solution to stay sane despite the cage, I could feel that it was slipping through my fingers and that, soon, having my nipples played with would no longer be sufficient.
Also, after seven days of intense sucking and twitching, my tits looked bad, almost injured. I definitely needed a break.
I looked mindlessly as the porn playing while Victor was rubbing his cock on my right nipple. Something new that he was doing that evening. I did not mind. My nipples could no longer handle the twisting and pinching.
The guy’s hole in the porn was winking at me, opening to a large gape and shutting down quickly. The porn performer seemed over the moon. A very masculine guy, black, super tall and big, with pecs three times my size. The girl put her middle finger in his ass and he cummed what seemed like a gallon of jizz.
I moaned.
“Good girl.” Victor said.
I did make a high-pitched girly moan without even realizing it.
When we were done and I had swallowed yet another load of jizz from my roommate, he told me he would be away for the weekend. I was scared at first. I needed him. But then, I considered this was my perfect opportunity to have a break.
He left on Friday night and I quickly felt the cravings coming back. The itch in my body. The need to have some sort of release. Weirdly, I even missed the porn. It had become part of my routine, playing pretty much every time Victor was in the room.
I searched for a good video in a foolish attempt to ease my cravings. What was I expecting? I could not even jerk off!
I found the 235th episode of “Explore my cave” featuring two girls and one guy, all three of them shoving huge dildos up their respective asses. Next to those humongous things in the movie, the tiny pink butt plug offered by Doctor Peterson did not seem like much!
That was when the idea really started to form in my mind.
Maybe I could try it, just that one time? Putting a finger in my ass, would it be that bad? I mean, clearly, it would look way less gay than whatever I was currently doing with Victor! All those masculine guys were doing it, and way worse! Me, of course, I would never put a dildo or something really big in my ass, but just a finger… or two…
I searched for the butt plug hidden in a little box underneath my bed.
I was tempted. It did not look as big as when Peterson first handed it to me. But my ass was tight. I put it back in its place.
I really tried to reason myself. For long hours on the following Saturday, I went back and forth. A part of me wanted to shove that thing in my hole so bad, but something else, or rather someone else, the “old Scott” was pushing back.
It was a limit that I had promised myself not to cross.
Rumour had it that Amir was constantly working-out with a butt plug up his ass now. Was it weird? I did have my cage already…
When I hit the shower that night, my mind was a blur. My dick wanted to get hard so bad that it was aching, trapped in the cage. I could no longer touch my bruised nipples and Victor was not there anyway to do it right.
I let the hot water hit my ass crack for a while. This was something that I was already usually doing. Then, I did something new. I purposely positioned my hole so the pouring water would come straight at it.
I spread my ass. It felt good. I had made my decision.
What did I have to lose? No one would know.
I shoved my middle finger up my asshole and it swallowed it in one go, like a freaking vaccum.
“Hmmmmmmm…”
From that very second, and as if I had tested a very hard and addictive drug, I was hooked. I went back and forth with my middle finger, not even lubed, and I soon added my index to the mix.
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm….”
“What the fuck?” A man’s voice said.
Shit, someone was showering in the stall next to me.
I rushed to my room before the other guy could identify me (who did I think I was fooling…), barely drying myself off. I locked myself in the room and jumped on my bed.
I had been fingered before, but never of my own accord. Now it was time to really dive in and “explore my cave”!
I looked for one of the early episodes of the porn series to find a video where it was only finger plays. Pretty tame as most of the videos involved at least some fruits and some dildos. I was looking for one featuring a girl but could not find one. I stopped scrolling when I reached one with a muscular Latino guy, entitled: “first fingers in an eager hole!”
I could relate.
Victor had lube on his night table. I sort of followed the video as if it was an instruction tool, a step-by-step guide on how to finger your tight asshole properly.
There was the one finger, then there were two, and then, there were three. I hesitated this time. My hole was pretty stretched already. The feeling of going back and forth was great but could I really insert one more? The guy in the video seemed so into it, I tried.
My index, middle and ring fingers slid into me more easily than I would have thought. I let go of several moans and again, while I was not using my dick, I felt myself reaching a form of orgasm I had never known before. Fucking incredible!
The guy on the video cummed with his big hairy cock but I could not. The video was over.
I did not need instructions to know what the next step was supposed to be though. I crawled on the carpet, desperately looking for the butt plug, I lubed it and finally, I shoved it in my ass.
“Hmmmmmmm….”
I needed that so bad!
I used it as a dildo, pulling in and pulling out while I was moaning like a whore. There was no shame anymore, just pleasure.
I felt my ass opening up. Was I gaping like these women and men in those porn videos? In a way, I was hoping so.
I had never thought of how lucky the women were to be able to cum as much as they wanted to. Us guys, once we had jizzed, it was over, but the girls could play with their pussies for hours and hours.
But now, I had uncovered their secret! I could experience that too and trust me, I definitely did!
My entire Sunday was spent with either some fingers or the butt plug in my hole. I did not leave the room.
Not only, I was able to feel some intense release for long periods of time, but the more I was playing with the inside of my hole, the more I was learning how to pleasure myself properly. I simply could not stop myself from rubbing, fingering, and filling it with my butt plug.
My compulsive behaviour was also based on the fact that once Victor would be back, I thought that I would stop playing with my ass immediately. In a sick way, I needed to enjoy it as much as possible while he was away.
The thing is, I did not have to keep my secret for too long.
My butt plug was well buried in my bare ass, while my legs were lifted up in the air, facing the door, when Victor came back in the room, three hours before the time he was supposed to come home.
“OH MY GOD!” He gasped. “You’re an even nastier cunt than I fought you were!”
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I hate the typo in the very last sentence of the chapter! Damn it! ahah
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Oh, don't worry, the story stands perfectly fine even if there were typos, and I guess that's the only one I caught, and only because you pointed it out lol Thanks for another epic chapter!!
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Chapter 28: Butt plugs, hot dogs, cocks and bananas (Part 1)
“You’re an even nastier cunt than I fought you were!”
“Victor… I…”
Probably due to the shock of seeing him in the door frame, the butt plug ejected itself from my hole and landed on the other side of the room. My anus gaped for Victor’s, and everyone else passing by in the corridor, to see.
Yes, the door was still wide open!
“Jesus Christ, that’s hot!” Victor exclaimed.
“Shut the fucking door!” I begged him.
With a smirk on his face, he came into the room and slowly closed the door behind him.
“Well, well, well.” He grinned at me.
“Please Victor… This is…”
He looked down at his feet where the pink butt plug had just landed. He picked it up. What could I possibly say to explain that?
“That’s ok, dude. You should just have told me you loved it in the ass, no judgement.” My roommate said casually.
“I don’t! I mean… I did not! It’s new… It was just… like… I was experimenting.”
Victor walked towards me. He had the biggest smirk on his face. I wanted to crawl into a hole. Jesus, still, I was thinking about holes! My mind was fucked.
“And what did it feel like?” My roommate asked, genuinely interested.
“I don’t know…”
“How cannot you know if that felt good or not?” He was inspecting the butt plug at if it was a mysterious work of art.
“It was the first time I was doing it. It felt… weird. Look, I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just drop it?”
Victor started to undress before my eyes.
“Kinda hot in here…” He spoke. “So, what you’re telling me...” He took off his sweater. “…Is that you need to….” He took off his shorts. “…Experiment some more…” He took off his underwear “…To make a definitive judgement.”
“What? No! What the fuck are you doing, Vic?”
“Just getting comfortable in my own home.”
He was now less than a foot away from me, completely naked.
“Cut if off, man. That’s not funny.”
“Said the guy who almost got me to lose an eye by shooting a butt plug from his hole straight to my face!”
Touché.
“I’m sorry, dude. I thought you were coming back later. Clearly, I did not want you to see that.”
“Come on, Scott. I’m only kidding. No secret between bros, right? And to tell you the truth, it was sort of a lame week-end on my side. Jessica would not give it to me. Seeing your pussy wide open is the most action that I had for the past couple of days.”
He grabbed his junks, his dick irresistibly getting hard under his touch. Nothing could straddle that man.
I tried to get up to put some clothes on but he pushed me down on my bed so my face would remain at the level of his dick.
“Vic, please. What do you want?”
“Clearly, I’ve interrupted you in the middle of something. I just want you to finish yourself off. I’m being a good friend here.”
“I think I’m done…”
He pushed the butt plug against my lips while I was still talking.
“How does it taste?”
I pushed it away. “Vic! What the hell?”
I was getting pissed now. My pretended best friend was mocking me while I was living one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
“Chill! We’re just playing.” He started to stroke his cock. “I’m sure you’ve missed me. I can help you out, make you feel good.”
“I don’t want you to play with my nipples tonight.”
He laughed.
“Who said anything about your nipples? My ex-girlfriend was calling me Finger King.”
“Bullshit.”
He licked two of his fingers.
“Wanna bet?”
I hate to admit it but I felt my hole opening up. My ass was already missing the plug. It needed to be filled.
“This is going too far, Vic…”
“How is it worse than you swallowing my big dick or me sucking your titties? It’s just a couple of fingers in your ass. Have you even found your prostate yet?”
Again, I felt my hole twitching.
“I think so…”
“You’d know if you had!”
He pushed me further so I would lie on my bed completely and he lifted up my legs. I let him.
“Victor, please…”
“You can be so annoying at times! I’m the one giving you a favour right now. Fuck man, I’m ready to shove my fingers in a male ass! That’s crazy. But I’m willing to do it, I can see how much you need it.”
I was stronger than him and an experienced wrestler. If I wanted to, I could have knocked him down. But I did not want to.
“Just your fingers, right? Nothing else?” I looked at his dick in apprehension.
“Sure. Listen, dude, I promise. I won’t shove my cock in your pussy, not until you beg me for it.”
My roommate knelt down at the edge of the bed and spat on his fingers. My hole was already gaping after hours and hours of playing with it. It was ready for penetration. Even my dick, locked in his cage, reacted in anticipation.
“How would you know where the prostate is?” I asked Victor, looking at the ceiling.
I was really letting him go through with it.
“You’ll just tell me when I hit it. I’ll dig.” He said, semi laughing.
A second later, he was shoving not one but two fingers, straight in my ass.
“Hmmmmm. Fuck!” I yelled.
“You like that, don’t you, baby girl?”
Damn, I was liking that!
But Victor was not really waiting for an answer. The Finger King started to go back and forth, pushing his index and middle fingers deep inside of me. Thankfully, I had been lubed up all day. I could take it without flinching.
“That pussy looks too fucking good. You were really born for this.”
Was I?
I could not help myself, I moaned. Like a girl, like I had been taught. It was so much better than whatever I was doing to myself. My eyes were either closed or looking right at the ceiling to avoid acknowledging that my best friend was actually fingering my ass but the sensations were both undeniable and amazing.
I just kept moaning while he started to “dig deep”. His words, not mine.
After his fingers, he shoved the butt plug in. Victor was having a lot of fun with it and without seeing him, I understood that he was jerking off at the same time. His breathing was more intense, I could hear his balls fapping against his hand.
From spitting on his fingers and on the butt plug, he started to spit directly on my hole. Things only got naughtier from this point on.
“Tell me you like that, cunt.”
“I do… I love it…” I mumbled.
“Come down on the carpet. Doggystyle.”
“Doggystyle… Vic, I don’t want you….”
“Just do what I say! Don’t worry, I won’t put my dick in, I just don’t want to see your cage dangling above me. That’s disgusting. All I need is your pussy, right in front of me. Opening wide up.”
I obliged, horny and confused. I bent over on the floor, arched my ass and he began to finger-fuck me roughly. He fully leaned against me at some point and grabbed my tits.
“Mmmmmm…”
He was fingering my ass with his left hand and rubbing my nipple with his right hand. How many girls had he fucked like this? I mean… He was not “fucking” me, not really. Right? It was just a couple of fingers… Did not mean anything.
“You fucking love that, dirty bitch. Tell me how much you need that pussy filled.”
“Fuck, yeah…”
What was the point of denying it anymore? Yes, I was loving this!
He was pressing on a particular point with his middle finger, that could only be my prostate. I had never felt something that powerful.
I was foolish thinking that cumming with my abnormal sized dick was great, this, filling my ass, was so much better than anything else. I was experiencing my first real orgasm.
Victor spat inside my hole again and rubbed himself against it. Then, I felt his two hands grabbing both my nipples… But wait, if not his fingers, what was pressing against my asshole?!
“You like being handled by a real man, right, honey?”
“Victor… Please… Not your dick… I don’t want your dick in my ass…”
“Shhh… I’m not doing anything. Just rubbing my meat against your hole, does not that feel great?”
“Victor, please…”
“Calm down, I won’t fuck your pussy. I told you. Not until you beg me to.”
Still, I could feel his dickhead and his shaft rubbing against my hole and the precum sliding between my ass-crack. Victor was breathing heavily in my neck; he was close to orgasm.
“You can cum in my ass.” I suggested him, not too sure why.
Did I want to make it stop or did I really want his semen in my hole?
“Of course, I can! Your pussy is winking at me so bad right now, eager for my juice.”
I was rubbing myself against his big throbbing manly cock, he pinched my nipples and I literally screamed of pleasure.
“FUCKING WHORE!” He shouted.
I felt the explosion a short moment later, the cum pouring in and out of my wrecked asshole.
“Keep it in, bitch, it’s good for you.”
I tried to close my anus to swallow his juice but I was not an expert at it. Some of the cum slid down my thighs. I hated wasted precious jizz.
“That was fucking amazing!” Victor said, looking at the gaping hole I was struggling to shut down.
I was panting. What the fuck did just happen?
I did not say anything. I barely said another word all night. Victor was doing all the talking, telling me about his week-end as if nothing special had occurred between us. The butt plug was kept on his night stand, just like it was his to use… on me, naturally.
I knew deep down that I had gone down a path that I would never be able to recover from. If I had not liked it, that would have been fine, just a small detour. A one-time experience.
The problem was that I had loved it and I wanted more.
Just like that, similarly to what had happened with the nipple play, Victor fingering my ass became a routine almost instantly. Every day and sometimes multiple times a day, he would take care of my hole.
[Chapter 28 continues below]
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 28: Butt plugs, hot dogs, cocks and bananas (Part 1)
“You’re an even nastier cunt than I fought you were!”
“Victor… I…”
Probably due to the shock of seeing him in the door frame, the butt plug ejected itself from my hole and landed on the other side of the room. My anus gaped for Victor’s, and everyone else passing by in the corridor, to see.
Yes, the door was still wide open!
“Jesus Christ, that’s hot!” Victor exclaimed.
“Shut the fucking door!” I begged him.
With a smirk on his face, he came into the room and slowly closed the door behind him.
“Well, well, well.” He grinned at me.
“Please Victor… This is…”
He looked down at his feet where the pink butt plug had just landed. He picked it up. What could I possibly say to explain that?
“That’s ok, dude. You should just have told me you loved it in the ass, no judgement.” My roommate said casually.
“I don’t! I mean… I did not! It’s new… It was just… like… I was experimenting.”
Victor walked towards me. He had the biggest smirk on his face. I wanted to crawl into a hole. Jesus, still, I was thinking about holes! My mind was fucked.
“And what did it feel like?” My roommate asked, genuinely interested.
“I don’t know…”
“How cannot you know if that felt good or not?” He was inspecting the butt plug at if it was a mysterious work of art.
“It was the first time I was doing it. It felt… weird. Look, I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just drop it?”
Victor started to undress before my eyes.
“Kinda hot in here…” He spoke. “So, what you’re telling me...” He took off his sweater. “…Is that you need to….” He took off his shorts. “…Experiment some more…” He took off his underwear “…To make a definitive judgement.”
“What? No! What the fuck are you doing, Vic?”
“Just getting comfortable in my own home.”
He was now less than a foot away from me, completely naked.
“Cut if off, man. That’s not funny.”
“Said the guy who almost got me to lose an eye by shooting a butt plug from his hole straight to my face!”
Touché.
“I’m sorry, dude. I thought you were coming back later. Clearly, I did not want you to see that.”
“Come on, Scott. I’m only kidding. No secret between bros, right? And to tell you the truth, it was sort of a lame week-end on my side. Jessica would not give it to me. Seeing your pussy wide open is the most action that I had for the past couple of days.”
He grabbed his junks, his dick irresistibly getting hard under his touch. Nothing could straddle that man.
I tried to get up to put some clothes on but he pushed me down on my bed so my face would remain at the level of his dick.
“Vic, please. What do you want?”
“Clearly, I’ve interrupted you in the middle of something. I just want you to finish yourself off. I’m being a good friend here.”
“I think I’m done…”
He pushed the butt plug against my lips while I was still talking.
“How does it taste?”
I pushed it away. “Vic! What the hell?”
I was getting pissed now. My pretended best friend was mocking me while I was living one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
“Chill! We’re just playing.” He started to stroke his cock. “I’m sure you’ve missed me. I can help you out, make you feel good.”
“I don’t want you to play with my nipples tonight.”
He laughed.
“Who said anything about your nipples? My ex-girlfriend was calling me Finger King.”
“Bullshit.”
He licked two of his fingers.
“Wanna bet?”
I hate to admit it but I felt my hole opening up. My ass was already missing the plug. It needed to be filled.
“This is going too far, Vic…”
“How is it worse than you swallowing my big dick or me sucking your titties? It’s just a couple of fingers in your ass. Have you even found your prostate yet?”
Again, I felt my hole twitching.
“I think so…”
“You’d know if you had!”
He pushed me further so I would lie on my bed completely and he lifted up my legs. I let him.
“Victor, please…”
“You can be so annoying at times! I’m the one giving you a favour right now. Fuck man, I’m ready to shove my fingers in a male ass! That’s crazy. But I’m willing to do it, I can see how much you need it.”
I was stronger than him and an experienced wrestler. If I wanted to, I could have knocked him down. But I did not want to.
“Just your fingers, right? Nothing else?” I looked at his dick in apprehension.
“Sure. Listen, dude, I promise. I won’t shove my cock in your pussy, not until you beg me for it.”
My roommate knelt down at the edge of the bed and spat on his fingers. My hole was already gaping after hours and hours of playing with it. It was ready for penetration. Even my dick, locked in his cage, reacted in anticipation.
“How would you know where the prostate is?” I asked Victor, looking at the ceiling.
I was really letting him go through with it.
“You’ll just tell me when I hit it. I’ll dig.” He said, semi laughing.
A second later, he was shoving not one but two fingers, straight in my ass.
“Hmmmmm. Fuck!” I yelled.
“You like that, don’t you, baby girl?”
Damn, I was liking that!
But Victor was not really waiting for an answer. The Finger King started to go back and forth, pushing his index and middle fingers deep inside of me. Thankfully, I had been lubed up all day. I could take it without flinching.
“That pussy looks too fucking good. You were really born for this.”
Was I?
I could not help myself, I moaned. Like a girl, like I had been taught. It was so much better than whatever I was doing to myself. My eyes were either closed or looking right at the ceiling to avoid acknowledging that my best friend was actually fingering my ass but the sensations were both undeniable and amazing.
I just kept moaning while he started to “dig deep”. His words, not mine.
After his fingers, he shoved the butt plug in. Victor was having a lot of fun with it and without seeing him, I understood that he was jerking off at the same time. His breathing was more intense, I could hear his balls fapping against his hand.
From spitting on his fingers and on the butt plug, he started to spit directly on my hole. Things only got naughtier from this point on.
“Tell me you like that, cunt.”
“I do… I love it…” I mumbled.
“Come down on the carpet. Doggystyle.”
“Doggystyle… Vic, I don’t want you….”
“Just do what I say! Don’t worry, I won’t put my dick in, I just don’t want to see your cage dangling above me. That’s disgusting. All I need is your pussy, right in front of me. Opening wide up.”
I obliged, horny and confused. I bent over on the floor, arched my ass and he began to finger-fuck me roughly. He fully leaned against me at some point and grabbed my tits.
“Mmmmmm…”
He was fingering my ass with his left hand and rubbing my nipple with his right hand. How many girls had he fucked like this? I mean… He was not “fucking” me, not really. Right? It was just a couple of fingers… Did not mean anything.
“You fucking love that, dirty bitch. Tell me how much you need that pussy filled.”
“Fuck, yeah…”
What was the point of denying it anymore? Yes, I was loving this!
He was pressing on a particular point with his middle finger, that could only be my prostate. I had never felt something that powerful.
I was foolish thinking that cumming with my abnormal sized dick was great, this, filling my ass, was so much better than anything else. I was experiencing my first real orgasm.
Victor spat inside my hole again and rubbed himself against it. Then, I felt his two hands grabbing both my nipples… But wait, if not his fingers, what was pressing against my asshole?!
“You like being handled by a real man, right, honey?”
“Victor… Please… Not your dick… I don’t want your dick in my ass…”
“Shhh… I’m not doing anything. Just rubbing my meat against your hole, does not that feel great?”
“Victor, please…”
“Calm down, I won’t fuck your pussy. I told you. Not until you beg me to.”
Still, I could feel his dickhead and his shaft rubbing against my hole and the precum sliding between my ass-crack. Victor was breathing heavily in my neck; he was close to orgasm.
“You can cum in my ass.” I suggested him, not too sure why.
Did I want to make it stop or did I really want his semen in my hole?
“Of course, I can! Your pussy is winking at me so bad right now, eager for my juice.”
I was rubbing myself against his big throbbing manly cock, he pinched my nipples and I literally screamed of pleasure.
“FUCKING WHORE!” He shouted.
I felt the explosion a short moment later, the cum pouring in and out of my wrecked asshole.
“Keep it in, bitch, it’s good for you.”
I tried to close my anus to swallow his juice but I was not an expert at it. Some of the cum slid down my thighs. I hated wasted precious jizz.
“That was fucking amazing!” Victor said, looking at the gaping hole I was struggling to shut down.
I was panting. What the fuck did just happen?
I did not say anything. I barely said another word all night. Victor was doing all the talking, telling me about his week-end as if nothing special had occurred between us. The butt plug was kept on his night stand, just like it was his to use… on me, naturally.
I knew deep down that I had gone down a path that I would never be able to recover from. If I had not liked it, that would have been fine, just a small detour. A one-time experience.
The problem was that I had loved it and I wanted more.
Just like that, similarly to what had happened with the nipple play, Victor fingering my ass became a routine almost instantly. Every day and sometimes multiple times a day, he would take care of my hole.
[Chapter 28 continues below]
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 28: Butt plugs, hot dogs, cocks and bananas (Part 1)
Once again, he asked me to shave everything so he could have the impression that he was fucking an actual pussy. I did not like when he called my asshole a pussy neither when he used the expression “fucking” which in my mind involved a dick penetrating me, but I did not fight over this.
I let him shave my ass before our second session.
That second time, he pushed a third finger inside. He did it right after he had hit my prostate again. I was in Heaven.
He would cum either in my mouth, on my face, or in my asshole. Sometimes, we could do both as I would lick off the cum dripping from my own hole.
My daily consumption of cum was going through the roof at the time.
In parallel to my nightly sessions with my roommate, Francis and Damian had figured a new way to provide content for the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s Onlyfans page.
We were already doing some public stuff, but it was decided that it would work better if the guys were filming with their phones to give a more “authentic” aspect to the footage and to allow us to be more spontaneous. A few members of the Wolves were now daily features on the page but some of the fans were complaining about my absence lately.
With Amir, Cory, Tom, and Eli being involved, every one of them, and of course Damian, could ask me to go into a college’s bathroom at any moment of the day and jizzed on my face or in my mouth.
Why would I complain? They were providing me with healthy alpha male sperm.
Only Cory was still resistant about me sucking him. As for the others, it came to the point where I was sucking each of their dicks every single day. I could even recognize their respective tastes with my eyes closed.
Maybe Victor was the “Finger King” but I definitely was the “Deepthroat King”.
You are probably wondering why I kept on doing this. Did I still owe some money to these guys? Was I afraid that Francis would release the hundreds of hours of content outside of the page? Or was I just enjoying it at this point? Hard to tell since I was following the Coach’s instructions to stop myself from asking too many questions and more generally, to not think too much.
I must say that life had become much simpler since I had just accepted to go with the flow. Meaning the flow of cum in which I was drowning, in that particular instance.
Amir needed to drop his load after training. I would gladly lend him my mouth and bury my nose in his thick pubic hair.
Tom had a sudden urge to empty his balls right after PE class. I could help him out.
I was always there for them and the team was very grateful for it. Finally, I had found my place as the team’s official cock sucker.
Once, Eli and Damian even asked me to suck them in an amphitheatre, right in the middle of an English class. We were sitting in the very last row with the other Wolves. Harry made a weird face but he still hid me when I crawled under the desk to service Eli’s big black cock. I did not even think of saying no.
Being sucked during a boring Shakespeare’s analysis seemed to be a real turn-on for Eli! The black stud jizzed in less than a minute, feeding me six or maybe seven huge loads.
Damian presented his dick right next to Eli and I serviced him under the table as well. He was reckless enough to raise his hand and ask a question to our professor. That dude was crazy! He was pushing my head onto his dick while he was talking to the class.
The professor did not notice anything but I could not say the same for all of the students. Clearly, a good third of them knew what I was doing meaning that in no time, the whole university would know.
Damien nutted quickly too but he aimed at my face, not at my mouth. Getting a facial in the middle of a class was something new! He did not miss his target, I was coated with cum.
“Keep it on your cheek until the end of the class!” Damian asked.
“You’re crazy!” I said, licking it off to hide the evidence.
“Come on, don’t be a pussy!”
I ended up leaving a few drops of cum on my cheek. Why could not I refuse anything to Damian Feytons?
Soon, the other Wolves were inspired by Damian’s boldness and I was asked to service them all around campus. Most of the training sessions ended with me getting sprayed with cum by my teammates who were filming the whole thing to send to Francis.
Coach Ranson sometimes looked at us from afar, he seemed proud of me. Cum was good for me anyway and nothing was more important than team bonding.
I was really enjoying the training sessions otherwise. The Head Coach had kept his promise and was making sure that we would focus on “technique only” for our next competition, which was set to be the last but one of the year.
I was beating all of my teammates on the mat and I felt stronger than ever. I mean, with all the proteins I was ingesting, this was no surprise. Daniel was super impressed and he told me in all seriousness that he had never seen such a talented wrestler. I was so proud.
Coach Ranson and Doctor Peterson even organized a little meeting to make sure that I was doing ok before the finale matches of the semester. They were both very complimentary and satisfied with the way I was handling things.
Peterson told me that the clinical trial to compensate for the b87 protein was still ongoing but he seemed to consider that with all the cum that I was swallowing on a daily basis and the chastity cage, I was surely on the road to full recovery.
Whatever full recovery meant.
Deep inside of me, I had concerns that I was turning gay. I mean, I could not ignore the fact that anal stimulation had become my main source of enjoyment and that I was swallowing more cocks than a gay Pornstar. But even on that front, Doctor Peterson was quite reassuring.
Like in most diseases, you have to get worse before getting better. In this case, it meant becoming gayer before turning back straight.
Acceptance and obedience were really keys to my happiness at the time. I must say, getting anal orgasms on a daily basis was helping a lot too.
All day long, I was eager to come home so I would get fingered and plugged again. Victor knew it and was playing with it, more and more, I had to beg for him to play with my hole. But what else could I do? He was so much better at it than I was.
Now, my hole felt itchy, empty, when it was not filled.
By week two of getting finger-fucked on the regular, it was getting challenging not to feel my ass being filled for long hours. I decided, without even telling Victor, to spend the whole day with my butt-plug buried in my ass. It was crazy because I still had to serve the guys of the team, but none of them knew the secret that I was hiding under my jeans.
Obviously, I could not “plug me” the days where we had training sessions since everyone would see it in the showers and underneath my singlet (my chastity cage was enough of a show…), but every other day, I took the habit to walk with a plug in my hole.
I wondered what the others athletes and the staff would think if they knew.
To say the truth, more and more, my mind would wander while I was sucking a dick, or two, thinking about what it would feel like to have one in my ass. I was also considering buying a dildo. I was still on the fence, but for how long? In the space of a few days, I had already become quite addicted to the feeling of my ass getting fucked.
I think I only realized how insane my life had gotten when Victor, without warning me, replaced his four fingers (yeah, we had also made progress on that front), by a banana that he shoved straight in my ass!
Still, I let it slide. Literally. Victor jizzed on the banana afterwards.
He made me eat it. I did not complain.
The day before our penultimate competition of the year, Damian requested another blowjob while we were having lunch in the campus’ cafeteria. He grabbed my hand to put it on his cock. He was not even filming, what was the point?
“Not here!” I told him.
“You’re not fun. But ok, let’s just go to the toilets, as usual.”
“No… Not in public! I’m sick of the bathrooms.”
Amir and Eli were sitting with us.
“Donkey Scotty is getting rebellious.” Eli commented with a smirk.
“Just come to my dorm then, I need some release. I’m horny as fuck.” Damian insisted. “It messes with my brain; I need to empty my balls.”
“Can’t you fuck one of your bitches?” I asked him.
I was a bit annoyed but really, this was fine, I was in a good mood, sitting on my pink butt plug.
“They require so much more work than you, though.” Damian grinned at me. “And to tell the truth, you’re way better than them at swallowing my whole shaft.”
He was having a hotdog and he pretended to swallow it entirely. He almost choked on it. Everybody laughed. Me, I was sort of proud of the compliment.
“Maybe you should replace Scott in the team!” Amir suggested. “You’ve got skills, Feytons!”
“Fuck off Amir, go get a dildo and go pound yourself with it!”
Amir looked around him to see if the other students had heard anything. Why did he care? The video of himself shoving a 10 inches dildo up his hairy ass had been shared around the entire campus already, way beyond the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page.
Seeing that footage had given me mixed feeling: a sense of relief that I was not the only “bitch” in the team, some concerns as to losing my spot, but most of all, it had gotten me jealous. I so wished that I could take a big dildo like that in the ass and not worry about my image.
Amir seemed to be perfectly ok with that. But maybe he was not, he did not say anything after Damian snapped back at him and he ate his own hot-dog in complete silent.
“We’re competing tomorrow, you should not cum.” I said, more reasonably to Damian who was still joking around with Eli.
“And you should eat a lot of it, so, come on… Eat your dessert.” He rubbed my hand against his growing bulge. I was blushing.
“Dam… Really?”
He knew that I would end up agreeing and inevitably, I did follow him into his dorm.
After all these months, it was the first time that I went there. Damian was sharing his room with Eli. A few posters of naked girls, famous wrestlers in their tight singlets and race cars were pinned on the wall.
It smelt like “men” in their room.
Damian pulled out his shirt and pants right away. He did not bother wearing any underwear. He was already hard. I had lost count of all the times I had deepthroated his dick. Here we were again!
“Get naked, I want to see your ass.” He spoke while sitting on his bed, spreading his legs.
I started to open my zipper and slid down my jeans when I realized that I was still wearing my butt-plug! Shit. I could not go through with it. What would Damian think if he saw that? Only Victor knew my dirtiest secret!
“Dude… I don’t have to get naked… I’ll just suck you off.” I proposed.
“Come on, you did not want to do it in the cafeteria or in the bathrooms. Now, we’re not in public so at the very least, we should take the time to make it fun. Think about the good juice you’ll receive from me!”
He grabbed his cock and started stroking it slowly. The dude was horny as hell, already precumming. A drop of precum slid down his shaft to end up on his big balls. They seemed full. So ready to burst.
“Man, you’re not even recording… I thought we were doing it for the page” I spoke.
“Oh, yeah. Do you want me to set up the camera?”
I thought about it for a second.
“No! Fuck! I don’t want a camera filming this.”
Again, a flash of awareness passed through my brain. What the fuck was I doing in this room? Why did I suggest to film this? Damian stood up.
“Bro, I know you want that D. I see how you always go harder on my cock than you do the others. I know it tastes better than anyone else.”
He was getting closer to me. Worst part was, he was right.
“Dam…”
“You have come here to my room to suck me. I am only asking you to get naked to help me get in the mood. See, I’m naked too. What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re insecure again?”
He was practically whispering in my ears now.
“It’s not that… I’m not insecure…”
Right there, the worst happened. Damian grabbed me playfully and pulled down my jeans and my navy-blue boxer briefs, all at the same time.
“Nice ass!” He exclaimed.
And then… He realized. “OH FUCK! SCOTT!”
It is true that history repeats itself. Once again, the butt-plug ejected itself from my ass and fell down on the floor. I was mortified.
“Damian…”
If you think Victor’s reaction was naughty, it was nothing compared to Damian’s.
I should have known that I was about to lose my virginity.
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Guys, I have slightly reviewed the ending of this story on my Patreon which makes #WTGW a little bit longer. There will be 33 chapters and an epilogue in total. I will post a new chapter here each week to end the story! Hope you are ready for the final (and naughtiest, craziest, most twisted) arc.
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 28: Butt plugs, hot dogs, cocks and bananas (Part 1)
Once again, he asked me to shave everything so he could have the impression that he was fucking an actual pussy. I did not like when he called my asshole a pussy neither when he used the expression “fucking” which in my mind involved a dick penetrating me, but I did not fight over this.
I let him shave my ass before our second session.
That second time, he pushed a third finger inside. He did it right after he had hit my prostate again. I was in Heaven.
He would cum either in my mouth, on my face, or in my asshole. Sometimes, we could do both as I would lick off the cum dripping from my own hole.
My daily consumption of cum was going through the roof at the time.
In parallel to my nightly sessions with my roommate, Francis and Damian had figured a new way to provide content for the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s Onlyfans page.
We were already doing some public stuff, but it was decided that it would work better if the guys were filming with their phones to give a more “authentic” aspect to the footage and to allow us to be more spontaneous. A few members of the Wolves were now daily features on the page but some of the fans were complaining about my absence lately.
With Amir, Cory, Tom, and Eli being involved, every one of them, and of course Damian, could ask me to go into a college’s bathroom at any moment of the day and jizzed on my face or in my mouth.
Why would I complain? They were providing me with healthy alpha male sperm.
Only Cory was still resistant about me sucking him. As for the others, it came to the point where I was sucking each of their dicks every single day. I could even recognize their respective tastes with my eyes closed.
Maybe Victor was the “Finger King” but I definitely was the “Deepthroat King”.
You are probably wondering why I kept on doing this. Did I still owe some money to these guys? Was I afraid that Francis would release the hundreds of hours of content outside of the page? Or was I just enjoying it at this point? Hard to tell since I was following the Coach’s instructions to stop myself from asking too many questions and more generally, to not think too much.
I must say that life had become much simpler since I had just accepted to go with the flow. Meaning the flow of cum in which I was drowning, in that particular instance.
Amir needed to drop his load after training. I would gladly lend him my mouth and bury my nose in his thick pubic hair.
Tom had a sudden urge to empty his balls right after PE class. I could help him out.
I was always there for them and the team was very grateful for it. Finally, I had found my place as the team’s official cock sucker.
Once, Eli and Damian even asked me to suck them in an amphitheatre, right in the middle of an English class. We were sitting in the very last row with the other Wolves. Harry made a weird face but he still hid me when I crawled under the desk to service Eli’s big black cock. I did not even think of saying no.
Being sucked during a boring Shakespeare’s analysis seemed to be a real turn-on for Eli! The black stud jizzed in less than a minute, feeding me six or maybe seven huge loads.
Damian presented his dick right next to Eli and I serviced him under the table as well. He was reckless enough to raise his hand and ask a question to our professor. That dude was crazy! He was pushing my head onto his dick while he was talking to the class.
The professor did not notice anything but I could not say the same for all of the students. Clearly, a good third of them knew what I was doing meaning that in no time, the whole university would know.
Damien nutted quickly too but he aimed at my face, not at my mouth. Getting a facial in the middle of a class was something new! He did not miss his target, I was coated with cum.
“Keep it on your cheek until the end of the class!” Damian asked.
“You’re crazy!” I said, licking it off to hide the evidence.
“Come on, don’t be a pussy!”
I ended up leaving a few drops of cum on my cheek. Why could not I refuse anything to Damian Feytons?
Soon, the other Wolves were inspired by Damian’s boldness and I was asked to service them all around campus. Most of the training sessions ended with me getting sprayed with cum by my teammates who were filming the whole thing to send to Francis.
Coach Ranson sometimes looked at us from afar, he seemed proud of me. Cum was good for me anyway and nothing was more important than team bonding.
I was really enjoying the training sessions otherwise. The Head Coach had kept his promise and was making sure that we would focus on “technique only” for our next competition, which was set to be the last but one of the year.
I was beating all of my teammates on the mat and I felt stronger than ever. I mean, with all the proteins I was ingesting, this was no surprise. Daniel was super impressed and he told me in all seriousness that he had never seen such a talented wrestler. I was so proud.
Coach Ranson and Doctor Peterson even organized a little meeting to make sure that I was doing ok before the finale matches of the semester. They were both very complimentary and satisfied with the way I was handling things.
Peterson told me that the clinical trial to compensate for the b87 protein was still ongoing but he seemed to consider that with all the cum that I was swallowing on a daily basis and the chastity cage, I was surely on the road to full recovery.
Whatever full recovery meant.
Deep inside of me, I had concerns that I was turning gay. I mean, I could not ignore the fact that anal stimulation had become my main source of enjoyment and that I was swallowing more cocks than a gay Pornstar. But even on that front, Doctor Peterson was quite reassuring.
Like in most diseases, you have to get worse before getting better. In this case, it meant becoming gayer before turning back straight.
Acceptance and obedience were really keys to my happiness at the time. I must say, getting anal orgasms on a daily basis was helping a lot too.
All day long, I was eager to come home so I would get fingered and plugged again. Victor knew it and was playing with it, more and more, I had to beg for him to play with my hole. But what else could I do? He was so much better at it than I was.
Now, my hole felt itchy, empty, when it was not filled.
By week two of getting finger-fucked on the regular, it was getting challenging not to feel my ass being filled for long hours. I decided, without even telling Victor, to spend the whole day with my butt-plug buried in my ass. It was crazy because I still had to serve the guys of the team, but none of them knew the secret that I was hiding under my jeans.
Obviously, I could not “plug me” the days where we had training sessions since everyone would see it in the showers and underneath my singlet (my chastity cage was enough of a show…), but every other day, I took the habit to walk with a plug in my hole.
I wondered what the others athletes and the staff would think if they knew.
To say the truth, more and more, my mind would wander while I was sucking a dick, or two, thinking about what it would feel like to have one in my ass. I was also considering buying a dildo. I was still on the fence, but for how long? In the space of a few days, I had already become quite addicted to the feeling of my ass getting fucked.
I think I only realized how insane my life had gotten when Victor, without warning me, replaced his four fingers (yeah, we had also made progress on that front), by a banana that he shoved straight in my ass!
Still, I let it slide. Literally. Victor jizzed on the banana afterwards.
He made me eat it. I did not complain.
The day before our penultimate competition of the year, Damian requested another blowjob while we were having lunch in the campus’ cafeteria. He grabbed my hand to put it on his cock. He was not even filming, what was the point?
“Not here!” I told him.
“You’re not fun. But ok, let’s just go to the toilets, as usual.”
“No… Not in public! I’m sick of the bathrooms.”
Amir and Eli were sitting with us.
“Donkey Scotty is getting rebellious.” Eli commented with a smirk.
“Just come to my dorm then, I need some release. I’m horny as fuck.” Damian insisted. “It messes with my brain; I need to empty my balls.”
“Can’t you fuck one of your bitches?” I asked him.
I was a bit annoyed but really, this was fine, I was in a good mood, sitting on my pink butt plug.
“They require so much more work than you, though.” Damian grinned at me. “And to tell the truth, you’re way better than them at swallowing my whole shaft.”
He was having a hotdog and he pretended to swallow it entirely. He almost choked on it. Everybody laughed. Me, I was sort of proud of the compliment.
“Maybe you should replace Scott in the team!” Amir suggested. “You’ve got skills, Feytons!”
“Fuck off Amir, go get a dildo and go pound yourself with it!”
Amir looked around him to see if the other students had heard anything. Why did he care? The video of himself shoving a 10 inches dildo up his hairy ass had been shared around the entire campus already, way beyond the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page.
Seeing that footage had given me mixed feeling: a sense of relief that I was not the only “bitch” in the team, some concerns as to losing my spot, but most of all, it had gotten me jealous. I so wished that I could take a big dildo like that in the ass and not worry about my image.
Amir seemed to be perfectly ok with that. But maybe he was not, he did not say anything after Damian snapped back at him and he ate his own hot-dog in complete silent.
“We’re competing tomorrow, you should not cum.” I said, more reasonably to Damian who was still joking around with Eli.
“And you should eat a lot of it, so, come on… Eat your dessert.” He rubbed my hand against his growing bulge. I was blushing.
“Dam… Really?”
He knew that I would end up agreeing and inevitably, I did follow him into his dorm.
After all these months, it was the first time that I went there. Damian was sharing his room with Eli. A few posters of naked girls, famous wrestlers in their tight singlets and race cars were pinned on the wall.
It smelt like “men” in their room.
Damian pulled out his shirt and pants right away. He did not bother wearing any underwear. He was already hard. I had lost count of all the times I had deepthroated his dick. Here we were again!
“Get naked, I want to see your ass.” He spoke while sitting on his bed, spreading his legs.
I started to open my zipper and slid down my jeans when I realized that I was still wearing my butt-plug! Shit. I could not go through with it. What would Damian think if he saw that? Only Victor knew my dirtiest secret!
“Dude… I don’t have to get naked… I’ll just suck you off.” I proposed.
“Come on, you did not want to do it in the cafeteria or in the bathrooms. Now, we’re not in public so at the very least, we should take the time to make it fun. Think about the good juice you’ll receive from me!”
He grabbed his cock and started stroking it slowly. The dude was horny as hell, already precumming. A drop of precum slid down his shaft to end up on his big balls. They seemed full. So ready to burst.
“Man, you’re not even recording… I thought we were doing it for the page” I spoke.
“Oh, yeah. Do you want me to set up the camera?”
I thought about it for a second.
“No! Fuck! I don’t want a camera filming this.”
Again, a flash of awareness passed through my brain. What the fuck was I doing in this room? Why did I suggest to film this? Damian stood up.
“Bro, I know you want that D. I see how you always go harder on my cock than you do the others. I know it tastes better than anyone else.”
He was getting closer to me. Worst part was, he was right.
“Dam…”
“You have come here to my room to suck me. I am only asking you to get naked to help me get in the mood. See, I’m naked too. What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re insecure again?”
He was practically whispering in my ears now.
“It’s not that… I’m not insecure…”
Right there, the worst happened. Damian grabbed me playfully and pulled down my jeans and my navy-blue boxer briefs, all at the same time.
“Nice ass!” He exclaimed.
And then… He realized. “OH FUCK! SCOTT!”
It is true that history repeats itself. Once again, the butt-plug ejected itself from my ass and fell down on the floor. I was mortified.
“Damian…”
If you think Victor’s reaction was naughty, it was nothing compared to Damian’s.
I should have known that I was about to lose my virginity.
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Yay my dream is almost coming true!! Damian’s gonna fuck Scotty!!
God I absolutely hate victor. I honestly dont know why scott felt like he needed to give him a BJMore 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 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 24: So many ways to cum (Part 1)
I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt something “wet”, for the lack of a better word, lying against me. It was spongy, mushy. It was rubbing all over my face.
At first, my mind went towards a dog licking my face. I was still semi-asleep. It felt very sloppy. But there was something hard too.
This thing was thick, I did recognize, it was a cock!
Someone was breathing loudly above me.
I opened my eyes in the darkness. At that moment, loads of cum were poured onto my face. There was no mistake this time, I recognized the smell and the taste of semen as it fell into my mouth, the stickiness too. Fuck, there was a lot of it! It was heavy raining all over me.
My dick was fighting to get hard in my chastity cage but it was firmly trapped and therefore, remained flaccid.
I straightened up, very confused. Victor was there, naked.
I could not see well but it was definitely his shadow and his cock, still hard right after the ejaculation, dripping a few inches from my mouth. I was under the impression that Victor was smiling at me but again, I could not have a great look in the dark.
“Go back to sleep.” He whispered to me.
“Vic… What did you…”
“I really needed to cum, bro, did not have any cum rag.”
“What…”
“Shhh.”
He put his fingers on my lips, rubbing the cum on them.
“Go back to sleep, dude. I’m sorry it woke you up, that was not the plan. I just could not help myself from rubbing my dick against your mouth when I finished myself. But eh, more alpha cum for you, my friend.”
He went back to his bed as if it was the normal thing in the world. Granted, he had cummed on my face more times than I could count at this point but never while I was asleep. This could not be ok, right?
In my state of shock, I did not even consider wiping my face. At this point, I was way too paranoid about wasting cum anyway. I needed to ingest as much as possible.
I still thought that I should say something though. I was wrecking my brain about the best way to go about it, but by the time I tried to talk with Victor, he was already snoring heavily in his own bed.
I could barely close my eyes, I was fixating the ceiling, a weird feeling in my stomach. The cum which had not dried yet was slowly running down to my neck. My dick was hurting in my cage. What did I let happen to me?
After a sleepless and confusing night, I managed to talk to Victor in the morning. The conversation went rather painfully.
“Victor, about last night…” I started, shily.
“Impossible to score at that party.” He said casually, while he was preparing himself to go shower.
Collecting his stuff, Victor was bending over his bare hairy ass. He had quite a fat bum, not as big as mine of course, but his water-polo’s speedos were barely containing his ass during competition. Of course, there, he was not wearing anything at all. I did not let that sight stop me. This time, I needed to say something!
“When you came back in the dorm last night, you…”
“I was totally drunk, mate, did I wake you up?”
“No, you did not. But...”
He finally turned around. His long flaccid dick, that I knew so well, was flapping between his thighs as he was moving.
“What is it, Scott? What do you want to say?”
“You cummed on me, man, on my face!”
He smirked.
“Really? I forgot that we did that but yeah, I can still see the dry cum on your lips. Damn, it seemed like it was a lot. I must have been quite horned up! Hoped it tasted good despite the alcohol.”
He laughed it off and put a towel around his waist to go towards the door.
“Dude, I was sleeping!” I said, revolted.
“What do you mean?”
“You cummed on my face while I was sleeping, Victor!”
“Jeez! That’s crazy. I was hammered, man.” He still had his smirk on his face. “I mean, you could not have sucked my cock properly then, must have been a pretty lame jerk off session… Want to do it right?”
He grabbed his dick and balls through the towel.
“I’m not joking, Vic! How could you cum on me while I was asleep? That’s super creepy! That’s wrong.”
“Come on, it must not have been that traumatic for you or you would have wiped my juice from your face. Don’t you think? Besides, you should thank me, you have a training session today. You need to be on top of your game. I just provided you with some alpha energy boost. What do you think your Coach put in those supplements’ bottles?”
I knew I would probably lose this battle but for once, I pushed myself to keep my stand.
“That’s still not cool, man. It woke me up.”
“Listen Scott, the whole thing is blurry for me but surely, I was trying to help you out like we always do. Maybe you even asked for it and you don’t remember, sometimes you talk in your sleep.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know, man. Sometimes you mumble crazy stuff about sucking big dicks or swallowing cum when you’re asleep. Look, dude, if you turn me on while I am coming back from a party, drunk, with blue balls, don’t be surprised to end up with my spunk on your lips. It might happen again. I’ll try not to wake you up though if this is the things that pisses you off.”
I was left speechless and he left the room to go to the communal showers.
Victor left our door wide open and I had to hurry to close it. It was too late, a freshman passing by saw me naked, with my elephant cock locked in the metal cage, and the dried up cum on my face. For any normal college student, this event alone could have been a humiliation impossible to recover from. But for me, it barely meant anything at this point!
We were now in the middle of April and I had been living with my chastity cage for more than two weeks.
I was no longer disturbed by my erections. I could enjoy the fact that the students and professors no longer looked at my abnormally large bulge every time I would walk into a classroom, but at the same time, the cage had not done anything to calm my horniness.
I was thinking about the moment I would be able to get hard again pretty much 24/7 and the only time I was focusing on something else was when I was on the mat. And barely, even wrestling was becoming less a priority than cumming.
In the locker-room, the other wrestlers were quite shocked when I took off my underwear revealing the cage for the first time. Contrary to what the Coach had told me, nobody else in the Wolves was wearing one. Tom seemed fascinated but he had not taken the leap to wear one. Damian and Eli thought it was a great idea.
Others looked almost scared. Amir and Cory quite noticeably took their distance with me.
Once, maybe a week after I had started wearing the metal cage and when we were alone in the locker-room, a naked Harry Cooper came to talk to me. The senior student seemed concerned.
“Scott, are you ok?”
“Yeah… I’m fine. Why?”
“That thing that you’re wearing… I mean… Are you ok with that?”
“Of course, I would not wear it otherwise.”
Harry looked around us as if he was afraid that we would be caught talking.
“The Coach is not forcing you to wear that, right?”
His shady behaviour just made me uncomfortable; I did not want anyone to think that I was criticizing the Coach’s methods behind his back.
“No, no. It’s my decision, Harry. It’s fine.”
“Ok, then.”
He did not dig any deeper and we went on with the work-out of the day. Just like Travis back then, Harry was one to sometimes questioned the Head-Coach. This kind of attitude towards our staff was making me very uneasy, after everything that Coach Ranson was doing for us! This was just wrong.
Although I thought that Harry’s concerns were misplaced, and even rude, I had to admit that one thing was getting really disturbing.
As the days went by, I started to look at the other guys’ differently. More precisely, at their dicks.
It was as if I was becoming jealous of them, of the fact that they had a cock between their legs. It was a weird thought because I had a cock too, obviously! But seeing Harry’s veiny dick moving freely, Eli’s big black cock getting semi-hard in the locker-room or Victor’s stiffed cock in our dorm, I could not help but wanting that for myself.
I knew that the cage was the best thing for me. Getting hard all the time was making me miserable before. I also knew that I had to stop myself from cumming, but sometimes, I wondered if it was not messing with my brain.
Victor reassured me, it was just the same ersatz concept all over again. I was staring at dicks so I could feel like I had one. It was no big deal, according to him.
As always, my roommate was acting so cool about the whole thing. I felt like I was becoming a complete freak and he just said that I could use his dick as an ersatz for how long I would need to.
But the truth was, I was not thinking and visualizing Victor’s dick so much as I was thinking about someone else’s…
Slowly but surely, my obsession for Damian Feytons’ perfect cock kept on growing. A cock that would not get hard at the slightest breeze but could erect itself to wonders if it was simulated enough. A thick juicy cock of perfect proportions with balls filled with healthy and delicious cum that anyone would be proud to own… or to suck!
And for God’s sake, I was sucking that dick a lot during that time of my life!
Clearly, the sessions for the Onlyfans page became even more intense now that Damien knew that I could blow him.
The subscribers had mixed feelings over my cock being caged, some loved to see buckets of cum being released from my elephant dick, others were very happy to have me fully submissive and locked in.
I was a bit weirded out by those comments because the chastity cage had nothing to do with being submissive, on the contrary, it was about gaining back control on my dick but I had learnt to ignore every comment from these gay guys watching me.
But overall, the fans wanted more videos and more action each week.
I was now meant to suck Damian’s cock and swallow his cum several times a week to provide content for the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s Onlyfans page and we even started to do this in public! To quote Francis, we needed to “mix things up”, “to keep the fans on their toes”, “to exceed the expectations”.
The first time caught me by surprise.
After an intense work-out and as the entire wrestling team was heavily sweating under our tight singlets, Francis came in the gymnasium to take some pictures. He started to take hundreds of shots of the members of the Wolves, nothing too lewd or too crazy.
I understood that some guys from the team would start to be featured on the Onlyfans page but it had never been made official to me. I mean, that day, Eli was getting photographed fully hard under his translucent singlet, precumming on the fabric, so there were few doubts about where the pictures would end up.
I thought we would stop there and I was even happy to get some of the attention off of me, but before we even went to go change in the locker room, Francis winked at Damian and I, and asked us to follow him in the adjacent bathrooms.
A minute later, I was kneeling down in a very narrow toilet’s stall, still wearing my sticky singlet, Damian’s leaning against me, fully naked. Francis stood in a corner, filming the whole thing, a few inches from the action, his dick out of his fly.
Kneeling in some piss from college boys who had been there before us, Damian fucked my skull for a full ten minutes and I swallowed his warm cum. Believe it or not, I had actually fully agreed to do that.
Damian had made a great point that it would be easier for me if I did not have to be proactive on the sucking. That made sense, if he was doing most of the job fucking my mouth and throat, I would not feel so awkward licking and blowing his dick. It was a win-win since Damian loved it rough anyway.
It took us a few minutes to decide that he would fuck my face until his big throbbing cock was dripping with my spit and saliva. There was no issue to get an erection when we did that, Damian was hard as a rock. The rough-sucking combined with the insults were really getting him going.
He was pounding my mouth just like he would a girl’s ass.
Speaking about ass, Damian was more and more pushy to play with mine! On a different occasion, he even cummed on my hole while we were shooting a scene, only a few feet away from our next class! Francis also jizzed on my face that day.
The girl I had once had a crush on, Tiffany, was right outside when we came out. I was sure that she knew what we were up to. I will admit that was still embarrassing for me. No matter what Francis could say, the Wrestling Team Gone Wild was becoming quite popular around college. People also held posters with the hashtag #WTGW during competitions.
It was at that moment, when I saw Tiffany’s face as I walked out from the toilets with my co-star and camera man, that I started to think that things were getting out of control.
Of course, I had no idea back then that it was nothing compared to Francis’ plans for the next weeks…
But more on that later.
Back to when Victor had cummed on my face during my sleep. That got me kind of scared and uneasy the entire day. Was I really asking for dicks in my sleep now? If it were the case, did it mean that I was really turning gay? I mean, I could not deny that I was thinking about cocks a lot, even when I was awake.
Damian tried to cheer me up during class, he even gave me a couple hundred bucks.
“Finally, we are starting to make some good revenues with the page, here’s your share for the last video. We just have to keep the momentum going now and we can both be rich.”
I mumbled a thank you but I did not want to engage with him and his big bulge that I kept at staring at. (I just could not help myself!)
[Chapter 24 continues below]
I feel like scott is going to start losing which is annoying. We're all taking in this story differently for me all the manipulation is annoying especially from Francis, victor and the dr like they're clearly chatting shit how is this working. With the coach I can kind of see how the manipulation would work but the rest nah.More 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 24: So many ways to cum (Part 2)
The training session went badly that evening, one of my worst of the entire year. I was exhausted and frankly, even wrestling was no longer sufficient to make sense of my days. Coach Ranson was a bit disappointed but he gave me more supplements and said it was normal to experience difficulties so close to the end of the season.
Coach Daniel told me that I should get a good night of sleep and maybe even go away for a few days after the following competition. He seemed more worried than annoyed.
Eventually, I decided to go talk to Doctor Peterson. I was less at ease with Doctor Peterson than I was with Coach Ranson but the Head Coach was always dismissive regarding the clinical trial for a B87 substitute and I wanted to tackle those medical issues for good.
I was really going mad and it was now weighing on my performance on the mat. I thought it was time to talk it through with a licensed medical professional.
I found him in our locker room while he was working on Amir’s thighs after our training session. I very much noticed how Amir’s hairy and thick cock was hard and throbbing as Peterson was massaging his thighs and I felt my dick twitching but of course, it did not get hard in my cage and I pretended like it was nothing.
Doctor Peterson agreed on the meeting while pushing his fingers deep into Amir’s crotch area. I could not see well. Where were he shoving his index and middle finger exactly?
“Let’s meet once I’m done with your teammate. You can wait for me in front of my office.”
I left the room under the distinct noise of Amir’s moans.
For a second, I judged Amir. I thought this was immodest and weird. Funny, right? Did I need to remind myself that I had cummed, not once but twice in the doctor’s office at the beginning of the semester?
Also, who was I kidding? I was literally wearing an unwashed singlet on which hundreds of cum loads had been deposited for the past few months.
I had gotten accustomed to the smell of jizz on me, but sometimes, someone would make it note to me and I would remember how much of a freak I had become. Besides the Wolves, no one would agree to see next to me in class.
Leo Peterson arrived maybe twenty minutes later. He was sweating.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting, Amir needed a lot of attention today.”
“No problem, Sir.”
He smiled and let me in. I got shivers when I saw the examination table where I had an orgasm while being fingered in the ass. I chased the thought.
“So, what bring you here, boy?”
He sat behind his desk and I took the chair in front of him.
“I… I was wondering if you had any news on this clinical trial. You know, to have a substitute for the protein I am lacking of… in my balls.”
“I told you those things can take months.”
“Yes, but I think this is quite urgent.”
He sighed. In some ways, he was very similar to the Head-Coach.
“I’m working on it, Scott. Why the hurry? Are you experiencing changes already, despite the measures we are taking? Attraction to other guys? To cocks?”
“No! I mean… I… I don’t know… I guess I do experiment some changes.”
“But Coach Ranson had taken all arrangements and measures to avoid any ejaculation, right?” Following my perplex look, the doctor got a bit impatient. “I’m referring to the cage, Scott!”
Of course, he was referring to the cage.
“Yes, yes. I have been wearing it. All the time. It’s been a little more than two weeks.”
“Can I see?”
His face had changed, he seemed suddenly very interested.
“Scott, I would like to check that it is not too tough for your genitals. If I remember correctly, those are quite prominent… and I was thinking… a cage… on that penis. Dear Lord.”
I did not try to argue back. It had been months since I had understood that there was no point in denying a man when he asks to see you naked. Besides, I had been worried myself whether my cock was simply not too big and thick for the tiny cage.
I took all of my clothes off, even the top, and Peterson got on his knees to take a look, and then a good feel, at my cage. He ran the metal thing under his lengthy fingers. I had gotten used to the cage but having it played with in this way was hurting.
“Remarkable.” The doctor commented, nodding his head in approval. “It must be helping you a lot.”
“In a sense.”
I replied as he was still touching the cage, and then, the flesh of my dick between the tiny metal bars.
“Tell me more, boy.”
“It does prevent the erection but not… not the thoughts in my mind….”
“What kind of thoughts, Scotty?”
Doctor Peterson finally let go of my cock and stood up, facing me.
“I….”
“You are talking to a licensed professional, Scott. You can tell me anything.”
“Just weird stuff…”
“Dirty thoughts?” He asked, almost in a hurry.
“Sort of…”
“Hummmm…”
He looked below us and stared at my locked cock, squeezed in the damn cage. I thought it may have been a bad idea to have come to Peterson but if there were a chance, even small, that he could help me, I had to try.
“Doctor, I… I think I am really losing my mind. I think a lot about what you said. About my sperm. About the need to keep it in me and swallow cum. But the more I do that, it’s like the more…”
“You’re craving it!”
He shouted, still a few inches away from my face, seemingly excited.
I got even more uncomfortable.
“No! I don’t crave it… It’s just… I cannot get hard so, of course, other dicks get my attention and…”
Doctor Peterson let go of another long sigh. He returned behind his desk and sat.
“Scott, nothing you are saying here is surprising and if you think about it, it is perfectly in line with what we were talking earlier this semester. The more time goes by, the more your mind is searching for the B87 protein, in any way, whether it is in a clinical trial or inside the balls of your teammates.”
I swallowed my saliva and looked at the floor, ashamed.
“Doc… I’m not gay though.”
He smiled.
“Again, you are torturing yourself unnecessarily with that question! If you want my honest opinion, I do not think you are turning into a gay man. On the contrary, you might be on the right track to become yourself again.”
“You really think so? I feel like it’s getting worse and worse!”
“Scott, has anyone ever told you that sometimes in life, one has to get worse before one can get better? We shall not confuse the symptoms of a real disease with the side effects of its cure.”
“What are you saying?”
“We can both agree on the fact that prevented yourself from cumming is driving you mad. Right?”
“Right!”
Finally, he was saying something that was making sense, that I could easily agree on!
“You must be dreaming of getting hard, releasing your male juice at every occasion you get, and you are forbidden to do so! For good reasons, of course. Your wrestling results are spectacular and you are getting your level of testosterone at a healthier level for you. Still, every young man would become insane if forbidden from unloading once in a while. If I can share something personal with you, boy, I must beat my meat twice a day just to feel sane.”
“So, you understand, doc!” The relief I was feeling to finally be understood was so intense that I almost cried. “I just have to let go of the cage and…”
“And what? Cum! Jizz! Ejaculate! Like a freaking sex maniac! You know that, at this stage, you won’t be able to prevent yourself from doing it as soon as we will free you from this device! Scott, should we really stop the cure because of the side effects?”
“Yeah! We should! If the cure is worse than the disease. Doc, I don’t understand. You were saying just now that everyone would get mad in my position, I thought you were getting it…”
He cut me off again:
“Ok then. We can stop it all. You’ll probably sink deeper into your obsessions for straight male’s cum and that will be it. Not talking about the fact that you have three competitions left and it will probably ruin everything you have built on the mat so far! You really think that you will be able to win a match if you lose all of your testosterone? Is this really what you want, Scott, to be a loser again?”
“I don’t want that!” I started crying. I was trembling too. “There is just no solution. I’m a freak!”
Doctor Peterson changed his tone and put his hand on mine, it stopped shaking.
“There is a solution, Scott. We just need to work on the side effects.”
“How?”
“Pretty simple. You obviously cannot ejaculate and it is safer for you not to get hard. That’s a fact. But not cumming… not having an orgasm… That’s the real tough part, here. You’re constantly under pressure and that comes with some undesirable side effects.”
“So yeah, again, it’s an impossible situation!”
I was really getting frustrated. I thought that he was on my side, and now, some more bullshit.
“Scott! You are reacting as if ejaculation is the only way to reach some sort of release!”
“I don’t understand…”
“Don’t you remember what happened in this exact room a few months ago?”
I got red. I clearly remembered it.
“Doctor, I…”
“You had an orgasm by your prostate being stimulated, Scott!”
“And I did cum!”
“Yes, but that was your mistake, the pleasure was already there before you unload sperm from your balls. The orgasm started as soon as I reached your prostate. And at the time, you had no cage to protect you from…”
I did not control myself. I stood up, bumping into the desk and making a few books fall from it. It was not something that I had anticipated but his words had woken a crazy reaction inside of me.
I yelled:
“NO! I won’t let you finger my ass again! NEVER AGAIN!”
I was shaking like crazy now, crying too. What was happening to me? It was like something else, someone else had woken up inside of me. Sadly, I did not realize back then that it was an attempt from the real me to come back and save me. The new me just got scared by my sudden and unexpected reaction.
Doctor Peterson seemed shocked. He almost fell from his chair.
“Jesus, Scott. How dare you say something like that? Why would I finger an athlete besides from a physical check-up? I am really concerned by what you are implying here. You are the one who came to me tonight, asking for advice.”
“Doc, what you were saying…”
I was still trembling. My heart was racing fast.
“I was just saying that there are many ways for a man to reach pleasure and orgasm without releasing cum, or at least, too much of it. That’s all. You need to control your nerves, boy, I think the fame from wrestling and your porn career are getting to you.”
I felt silly, it was like I had just accused him of assaulting me. He really seemed hurt. Me, I just could no longer think straight. I did not even react at the porn career comment.
“I’m sorry… I just… I told you. I’m losing my mind.”
“Sit.” He commanded.
I obliged.
“Scott. I am going to ask you to close your eyes, and then, I will touch you. I can assure you that I will not do anything you would feel uncomfortable with. It will simply be in the sake of proving a point. Do not worry, I won’t go anywhere near your ass.”
After my outburst, I had no intention of refuting him anything. I was naked but sitting on my big butt so I figured he could not reach my asshole anyway.
I closed my eyes and I breathed slowly. I felt the doctor coming near me. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest.
This is where my life changed. I felt his cold hand against my pecs, but then his fingers around my nipples, a slight squeeze and…
Aaaaaaaaaah…
Some pleasure! Finally!
My dick was not hard, and of course, I was not cumming but his squeeze on my left nipple while he was massaging my right pec procured a sensation in me which was very close to what I felt when I would reach orgasm or when a girl had touched me for the first time.
I let go of an irrepressible moan but I kept my eyes closed. For the first time in weeks, my mind was clear.
“Does this help? Should I keep going?” The doctor whispered in my ear, pinching harder.
“Yeah… yes… please….”
It was one of the craziest moments of my life. It was like the doctor had turned on a switch and I had shifted into a completely different human being.
He touched my right nipple and massaged them both at the same time. I felt another sensation, he was no longer squeezing, nor pinching, but aaaaaaah… that felt nice. I opened my eyes finally, and it was no longer his fingers on my left nipple but his wet tongue.
He took his first bite while I was watching him, flabbergasted.
He stopped when he realized I was looking at him.
“See, my boy, there are so many ways to cum without wasting any sperm.”
I nodded yes. My dick was struggling more than ever to remain soft inside of the metal bars but at the same time, I felt peace.
“This is crazy…” I mumbled.
“Just natural reactions from the man’s body, nothing crazy or weird in that. Obviously, the genitals are a very sensitive part of our bodies and men are used to stimulate them, but there are many more erogenous parts. They can differ from one person to another, but for you, it is clear that the prostate and now the nipples are particularly receptive to stimulation.”
“I have never… I did not think that my nipples could…”
“I think it is time that you learn about your body Scott.”
He searched for something in his desk, and got a toy out. I did not recognize it at first but then I realized it was a butt plug, a little pink one, I had seen some in porn movies before. He also got some magazines; they looked like medical stuff but there were naked men on the covers.
“Doc… I told you; I don’t want anything in my ass…”
He smiled at me.
“Scott, this is only a gift for you. You can do whatever you want with it. I understand that you do not want another man near your asshole. I’m the same way so I totally get you. You don’t even have to try it, if working your nipples is sufficient, and given your reaction right there, I think it might be, you will be able to find some release and it will mitigate all the side effects of wearing a cage. But if not, this toy could really help you out and it would be a shame not to try it because of your prejudice.”
I took the damn thing, wondering if it had already been used before.
“But I could just pleasure myself with my nipples then, and it would help me?”
It seemed like such a perfect and simple solution.
“Look, what I did to you here was barely anything. I did not want to overstep; I think it is important that we keep some boundaries between the athletes and the staff. But think about what you could feel if you really took the time to explore…”
For the next twenty minutes, the doctor showed me pictures and graphs of males self-pleasuring themselves. Weirdly, it never involved them jerking off but they would finger themselves, shoved dildo up their asses and/or put clamps on their nipples…. A new world was opening itself to me.
I came back to the dorm late in the evening and Victor was already sleeping.
To be honest, I could not wait to try and play with my nipples but I did not want to do that while my roommate was in the room. I also took the butt plug, being convinced that I would never use it but Peterson had been insistent. I hid it in a shoe box under my bed.
That night, I thought that my problems were solved. If I could pleasure myself without being hard or cumming, I could appease my mind and finally let go of my weird obsessions around dicks and jizz.
When I woke up the next morning, Victor had jizzed on my face once again. It had not woken me up that time. At least I thought he had been considerate enough not to rub himself against me and careful not to disturb my sleep.
See, I had managed to put some boundaries. My life was finally improving!
[MORE TO CUM]
But at least scott being the champion that's at least one win for him and a big one because he's passionate about wrestling. But this chapter is giving me vibes that he's going to start to losing which means I'm just going to be reading him being mind fucked yaaay
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