Epilogue: Wrestling Champion Gone Wild
When I woke up the day after the press conference, the Wrestling Board had been dissolved; Dean Falker had quit; Many other college coaches had been forced to leave their jobs all across the country.
The huge scale of this twisted enterprise is still getting uncovered as I am writing these lines.
Coach Ranson is far from being the only one, and by the look of it, he is a star in his own right for many other perverted assholes of his type.
Many like him are still trying to achieve the same goal: turning straight hunks into slutty bottoms.
The social movement that spurted afterwards to stop this perverted practice needed me as their perfect victim.
The Coach’s Journal was the ultimate evidence. There were also video proofs of everything thanks to the Wrestling Team Gone Wild's page. The press conference I had held was impactful for millions. I was at the centre of it all.
Yes, I should have been the voice for hundreds, maybe thousands of other victims.
Yet, nobody knew that I had come to love the taste of jizz so much that I would stop at nothing to search for it on my own…
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My name is Scott Russel, I am 22 at the time I am writing this story. I have been manipulated, gaslighted, drugged, and coerced into thinking that I was gay by my wrestling Coach, and a large part of the wrestling staff during my sophomore year of college.
Making me believe that I was gay was only a small part of their plan though. To have them satisfied, I needed to become a true cock-addicted slut, to crave having big juicy dicks deep in my throat, or filling my asshole, or both at the same time.
But even that was not enough.
Coach Ranson wanted me for himself. I needed to become fully submissive to him. I was set to be his personal cum dumpster, eager to serve him 24/7.
When I found his journal in his office, it was already too late, I had become all of these things.
For the most part, I still am.
Why sugar-coating it? You have probably seen everything already: the wrestling competitions where I was drenched in jizz, the videos where I would suck dozens of cocks in a row for the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page, the gangbang, and I am pretty sure you have also seen the X-rated content that I have released afterwards.
I have become a bitch. I am, to this day, still a slut.
Go ahead, judge me! This will not make any difference.
I am well aware that the way I have been handling myself following the events of last year have shocked and troubled the general public. Despite the release of the Coach’s journal, people continue to doubt the reality of my own experience.
I have heard and read it all:
“It’s obvious that he was a fag from the start! Just look at him!”
“Have you seen his ass?! It was designed to be banged by big dicks! Coach Ranson is innocent!”
“No straight guy can suck a cock with that much devotion! That dude has always been a queer.”
“That whole manipulation story is clearly a scam to promote his porn! A basic but clever marketing plan.”
Frankly, anyone can believe whatever help them sleep better at night.
However, I will not let Ranson and Peterson rewrite the story without, at least, sharing mine. That is, in the end, the whole point of this book. I heard Ranson using my recent porn movies as a way to defend himself during his trial yesterday.
What a sick perverted joke!
“This might not have been ethical to shoot this footage back then, but the boy has clearly loved every second of it! He was even begging for it! Have you seen his latest film: Infamous wrestling star VS 50 big black cocks? Come on, check it out. It has been released only a few days ago! Can you really tell me that I could have made a straight man do this, become this sort of depraved slut?”
I did not think that my performances as a gay Pornstar would ever be shown inside of a Court... But I guess there is a first for everything!
Ranson pointed at the laptop screen in front of the Judge, it was a shot of my gaping asshole, already coated with cum and ready to get fucked again by a huge black stallion, while I was sucking two dicks at the same time.
“Look at his face while he’s being sodomized! Look, right here, your Honour! Scott Russel loves taking cocks in the ass! I clearly gave him a favour by helping him uncover his true nature! The boy should be grateful.”
If you are attentive enough, you will hear the hint of pride in Coach Ranson’s voice as he says that to the Judge. He knows that he has indeed managed to turn a straight boy into whatever I am today.
Good for him.
He can go run conversion camps… Once he’ll get out of prison!
Yes, I am doing porn. Yes, I am still taking cocks in the ass. And so fucking what!?
Was I supposed to remain a victim all of my life? Was I supposed to do everything, go through every step, to become "myself" again? What would that even mean?
The truth is: my old self is long dead and gone and I have to make do with who I am today.
Don’t get me wrong, I did try. Once I had found the journal, I did think that I would stop taking the supplements, (and by supplements, I mean, the jizz), that I would see a shrink, and that I would get back on the “straight” path (pun intended).
I had long and meaningful conversations with people close to me, especially with Travis, reminding me of “who I really was” before I met the Coach.
But Travis only knew Scott Russel, the freshman. He does not know Scott Russel, the sophomore. Whether I like it or not, I have become a completely different human being.
I read the Coach’s journal, times and times again, to remind me this had all been a lie, that everything had been orchestrated, that I had been the victim of the most devious manipulation plan.
Still, my ass was itching for some cocks, my mouth was eager for more cum! Always.
Sperm, jizz, nut, spunk, milk, male juice, semen, cum, seed… I was obsessed.
I am obsessed.
I quickly understood that no shrink could help me. How could I fucking trust anyone to fix my brain anyway? After everything I have been through!
Now, the public hates me even more than they hate him. They were rooting for me when I revealed the scandal, and I have disappointed them. Maybe I have disappointed you, dear reader. What can I say?
I have tried to retell my story honestly. I have tried to share the state of mind I was in at every step of this journey from the moment where I set foot in the gymnasium with Travis, to the very last day of my sophomore year, the day of the press conference when you probably all find-out about who I was.
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A couple months after the press conference, I was a regular visitor of the sleazy glory home close to Travis' place. I want to make this clear here, Travis had no idea at the time that I was still blowing cocks, and I did not have the heart to disappoint him by telling him.
All those big names in sport were resigning, one after the other. I was praised for talking first, being the symbol of the "get the sport rid of perverts" movement.
Meanwhile, I was sucking a dozen cocks a day, swallowing more gallons of cum than I could count. It was even worse than when the Head Coach was making me do it, even worse when I stopped taking the supplements.
I was insatiable!
The fact that I knew that I had been turned into a cum-dumpster against my will did not change the fact that I was one, and a pretty good one at that!
Talk to a smoker, an alcoholic, or a drug-addict about quitting. Not that easy! Even if they know that smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol, or taking drugs is not good for them...
As for my own addiction: nobody has ever shown me that it was not good for me. Where is the harm in getting skull-fucked once in a while... or every single day?!
Of course, it became known.
Given the nation-wide, and even international, scale of the scandal, it is not surprising that I was followed. People thought that the Coach’s Journal was fake, that the press conference had been orchestrated. They had seen me eagerly blowing dicks on the Onlyfans page, only a gay guy would have done that! They wanted to catch me in the act.
They did! I blew the cock of a reporter, not even a good one, he had a tiny dick and half shaven bush. The cunt spilled the beans!
After the front-pages that had said:
“Wresting Coach abuses and manipulates his wrestling team!”
Came the front-pages that said:
“Scott Russel, the infamous Cum Stick, back at it!”
“Russel, spotted in a glory-hole, will he still claim he has been manipulated?”
“Gay, as the day he was born!”
You probably know the rest of the story. Once I had lost all credibility, I thought there was no reason to hide anymore. I opened my own X-rated page, #WCGW, and it made it way easier to get fat loads of cum in my mouth or in my ass.
Coach Ranson can gloat. He had truly made it. I am turned.
Is this a reason for him not to go to prison or precisely, is it even more the reason to lock him up? I will let you be the judge of that.
You want to hate me for it? Please do. I am making millions a month. I have turned the worst thing that has ever happened to me into the best, or at least the most lucrative. I have made lemonade out of the rotten lemons I was given. Is not it the best revenge that I could take?
I read the forums too, glorifying what Ranson did. I read a paper a few weeks ago. It was called: “How did Coach Ranson manage to obtain consent and why he should be free of all charges.”
Consent. I had to laugh.
The article was analysing how, in his journal, Ranson would actually be praising consensual relationship as he would always refrain to come at me or do anything to me without a clear “yes”.
The journalist kept on going on how a man seduces someone else always involve a part of manipulation. He finished his article by praising my successful porn career.
What a bunch of bullshits.
Surely, I am not the perfect victim but hundreds of men have talked about the Ranson “unorthodox methods” of coaching. I am confident. They will get him in prison. Peterson too. And I will keep having my fun.
Now, I have to go to shoot a scene. My first triple penetration!
I have not chosen the easiest performers and I am a bit nervous. Three huge black cocks will battle to penetrate my ass. But at least, on the set, everyone will be happy to be there and to fuck one another! No one has been gaslighted or manipulated into participating.
And that, my friends, is the right way to enjoy porn.
Check the scene out on the
Wrestling Champion Gone Wild’s website!
[THE END]
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Notes from the author:
Please, guys, remember this was a work of pure FICTION and that I do not endorse any of the action described in this story.
If you think the end is a bit fucked-up, I would say that this is quite fitting for this twisted story.
Feel free to share your comments and feedback on the entire book, critics are welcomed but keep it civilized guys, I have put a lot of work into this!
A big thanks to every one of you who have supported and followed this story. This was an hell of a ride and it was one of my most intense experience as a writer.
The spin-off "the Coach's Journal", retelling the Wrestling Team Gone Wild journey through the Coach's (perverted) point of view is , and will only be, available on my Patreon: Thomas Lodge | creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon
Also available there, another story of "straight to gay manipulation", From Homophobe to Homo, let me know if you'd like me to post it on LPSG as well.
Cheers!
Thomas.