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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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