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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 8: Coach’s pet no more (Part 2)
“You know, I could talk about your ass, how fat it is. You were right, playing with your bum did help the team cohesion last time and you were much appreciated! I had never seen the team so united.”
“Coach, I…”
“I know, this won’t be enjoyable for you but we have to make them feel like they are in charge. Right now, you’re up on a pedestal, so I’ll have to make sure they feel like I don’t think much of you. This is only an act of course.” He winked at me.
“I’m not sure Coach. I mean, I don’t want to challenge you and I trust you but they seem very upset.”
“Mmmm… Very upset, you say. I’ll just go extra hard on you next time then, I’m sure the others will have more sympathy afterwards, you won’t be the coach’s pet anymore. Don’t you think that could the solution? I don’t see yourself proposing alternatives.”
I was wracking my brain but nothing came.
“I guess this could work.”
When I got out of the Coach’s office, I felt convinced this was all for my own good but also confused on how we got to the point of me consenting to be tormented during the next practice.
Of course, I had no idea how far Coach Ranson would take this.
When I arrived at the Tuesday’s training, Travis was already there chatting with Harry Cooper. They did not acknowledge my presence when I came in the locker-room. I started to undress and once I was in the nude, as it was now automatic for me, I waited to put my singlet back on until everyone was ready.
The others came in shortly after, they were not even making fun of me, just ignoring me while I was sitting on the bench, naked.
Were they really jealous of my big dick hanging between my thighs? I wanted to say something, they were being ridiculous. I had won in the name of the Wolves; they should all be proud. I guessed that the multiple Instagram posts shared by Robert de Portier on the official wresting team’s Instagram did not help, I was the only one featured in them.
Damian was, as always, taking his damn time putting his singlet on and I remained naked.
As he was finally done and I was grabbing my own singlet, Coach Ranson came in.
“Boys, great to see you back in here after our good day on Saturday! The whole staff is really proud of you all!”
This was the first compliment given by the Coach since we had started the season, everyone was a bit stunt. Travis had a light smile. I smiled too; I was happy not to be singled out.
Damian and the other seniors started to howl. I felt some tension being lifted in the air. Maybe this was all that needed to be done?
“We will train harder than ever, boys!”
“Awhoooo”
“But we will get there! All of us!”
“Awhoooo”
“I want the Wolves to be at the top rank in every single weight classes! You hear me, boys!”
“Awhoooo”
I was ready to put my singlet on while everyone was chanting when I felt the fabric being pulled away from my hands.
“GIMME THAT, RUSSEL!” Barked the Coach.
Everybody shut up immediately.
“ON YOUR KNEES!”
“Coach… I…”
He imperceptibly winked at me.
“REMEMBER WHAT WE AGREED ON BOY. ON YOUR KNEES.”
I obliged. I should have known this was coming but even though this was an act, I felt very uncomfortable. I tried to reason myself, this was to help me in the long run. The Coach needed to haze me, no big deal.
“Now, boys, I think it is time to teach you an important lesson. No matter your level of success, everyone in the team shall be treated the same way. Don’t you agree?”
The other wrestlers mumbled a yes, young Tom looked terrified for me, Travis was looking at his feet, keeping on with his strategy of ignoring me at all costs.
“Well one of you did not follow the explicit rules given by the staff during the last competition. We had clearly stated that no wrestler should release himself before the end of the competition and one of you ejaculated in the middle of it!”
My knees were hurting against the tiles. My eyes were at the level of the Coach’s short and I could see his big bulge. In his office, he had told me that it was just a little incident, that cumming on my opponent had actually been a great strategy. And now, I was scolded for it in front of the entire team!
“Now, we all know who breaks that rule, don’t we?” He asked the crowd while glancing back at me.
They mumbled a yes, again, but this time, some of them seemed excited.
“Who broke that rule, Russel?” Asked the Head Coach.
“It was me…” I whispered, looking down.
He slapped me. I did not expect that.
“What did you say?”
“It was me, Coach. I broke the rule.”
“What did you do, Russel?”
“I… I cummed on my opponent.”
The Coach slapped me again.
“Don’t you think that Russel here deserves to be punished for his behaviour, boys?!”
“YES!” Shouted Damian, but the other guys seemed more shocked than entertained. Even though we were used to the Coach being brutal, slapping an athlete while he was naked and on his knees was sort of a new line being crossed.
Deep-down, I knew that I had agreed that the Coach should humiliate me but again, he was taking this too far. He always had to go to the extreme to make his points!
The Coach sat on a bench.
“Lie down on my laps, Russel. It’s time for your correction.”
“Coach, are you going to… spank him?” Asked Eli gardener with a point of excitement in his voice.
“I thought it would be a fitting punishment. Russel acted like a spoiled child, not caring about the rules, he should be punished as such.”
I remained on my knees, unable to process what was going on.
The Coach whispered in my ear:
“That’s for your own good boy, trust me.”
Then he said louder, beating his own thighs:
“Come on Russel!”
I stood up awkwardly, bent over, and finally I was on his laps butt naked, my ass up towards his face.
“Wow, up close, it looks even bigger! I did not think that was possible, you should be in the Guinness records book, Scotty!” Coach Ranson chuckled.
Some of the athletes laughed. Bunch of assholes. I was not sure why I was trying to get back in their good graces.
I felt Coach’s Ranson stiffed cock against my lower chest and crotch. Oh no, my fag ass again, making the other guys horny, I thought. Facing me, the other wrestlers had to watch me, receiving my punishment, so they could too, learn their lessons.
SLAP.
The first spank hurt so bad. I did not expect that he would go that hard. I moaned of pain but it did sound like a moan of pleasure.
“That one is for not respecting your Coach.”
SLAP.
The second spank was even harder. I looked at Travis, he was no longer ignoring me, we crossed eyes and he seemed fascinated.
“That one is for not respecting your teammates.”
SLAP.
Ouch, I felt like I was about to cry but I did not want to break down.
“Coach…” I mumbled.
“That one is for no other reason than having an enormous fag ass!”
SLAP.
My ass was probably all purple at this stage.
“You feel that, boy?” Coach Ranson asked loudly.
“What, Sir?” I replied, my voice shaking.
“My hard dick beneath you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I mumbled, shocked he would acknowledge his state of excitement.
“That’s because I am touching a fag ass which looks exactly like a nasty pussy!”
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Three time in a row, he spanked my ass and then stretched it. I could feel my asshole being totally exposed. He was getting even harder under his shorts. That was crossing every limit.
“Coach, stop, please, I’m begging you!” I yelled.
He pushed me away and I fell on the floor. He wanted to flaunt his hard dick to the entire group. He stood up and grabbed his bulge. Above me, he looked like a giant, I felt disoriented.
“Russel did something wrong and this is why he had been punished, boys. I will not tolerate any deviation from the rules in place. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Coach.”
“But Faggy Scotty also won his match and this will have consequences on everyone in here! Boys, do not think that Russel ejaculating on his opponent will remain an isolated incident. Whether you like it or not, the other teams are all ready to do the same so you better get your dick pumping and ready to explode at every competition. This is a new game now!”
Why did that sound like he was blaming me for this change in the competition? I hated that I had done that.
“The only thing is, if you don’t want to get punished like our little fag here who just could not help himself from cumming touching another man.” He looked severely at me, still lying down naked on the floor. “Then, you will only cum when I order you to do so, is that clear?!”
“Yes, Coach!”
What did they all agree to?
“Now let’s go work on your techniques and on your cardio. Come on, boys.”
The Coach showed us the door so everyone would go into the gym. I stood up, still confused and looked for my singlet.
“Sir… Where is my singlet?”
Ranson looked around. The seniors were smiling, they probably took it when the Coach threw it away.
The Coach went along with the other guys’ stupid prank.
“I guess you won’t need it for this training.”
“Coach…”
“You have a pair of jockstraps, don’t you? That you wear when you get to your dorm, wear those.”
“But Coach, I came here with my singlet, someone took it!”
“Russel, we have all seen much worse of your body anyway, so hurry, we don’t have all day.”
I had to take a stand at that point. I was not totally obedient and submissive, at least, not yet.
“I cannot go train naked, Sir!”
“Guys, go to the gym!” Barked the Coach. “Russel, a word.”
The rest of the team hurried in the gym and I was left alone with the Coach, once more.
“Scott for God’s sake! You are really a pain in the ass! Nobody asked you to train naked, why are you making this a bigger deal than it is? I’m telling you to wear your jockstraps. A lot of guys train in underwear, what’s the issue? I’m helping you here, the others are feeling sympathy for you now…”
“THEY DON’T! They were just laughing at me! What you did there, it was too much! It is too much!”
“Damn, it was literally 3 spanks, can you man up a bit?!”
I crossed my arms and turned the other way.
“Fuck Russel, you cummed on another guy’s ass and now this is too much for you. You know you’re the best member of this team, you know they hate you for that, well, we are trying to change that! It was your request! They hid your singlet, good for them, let them have their fun! You know it’s natural for straight guys to go through hazing, I know you are not comfortable with your sexuality but…”
“Oh, come on, what does it have to do with my sexuality?” I snapped back, facing him again.
He slapped me. This time it was not for show, it was just the two of us in the room. I had never seen him that furious.
“Don’t fucking push me, Russel! I have never let myself get interrupted or disrespected. I’m getting tired of your diva attitude, so whether you put on that dirty jockstrap of yours and you go on the mat, either you go home, and you can say goodbye to your place on the team, to your scholarship and to the fucking three thousand dollars I have negotiated on your behalf. The hell it is to deal with a fag in your team!”
And just like that, he slammed the door and left the locker-room.
I sat down on the bench. I was shook. But I was feeling something else too, an immense shame.
There, after six weeks of intense training, I was left with a choice: staying or quitting.
At this stage, and although it may seem crazy, it did not really feel like a choice though. Wrestling was the single thing I had in my life, the only place where I felt ok was on the mat. My mind had been so dedicated to this sport lately that I had lost every other passion of mine, every other idea of what I could do. My entire being was focused on winning the next competition and on pleasing the Coach. There was no way back.
And just like that, even if I had to be there in my jockstraps, to be humiliated by my Coach, to be mocked by my teammates, I still went, terrified of the idea of what I could do with my life if I were to give up this.
What I did not realize back then was that the more I was accepting to go along with the crazy requests of the Coach, the more I was digging a hole for myself from which I could no longer escape. I was in too deep. I had scarified too much already.
The training was not as bad as I thought. Alberto was really surprised to see me in just my jockstrap but Coach Ranson told him that it was my choice, I had forgotten my singlet and I had decided to still train in my underwear. I did not contradict him.
Of course, there were a lot of eyes staring at my ass. Daniel insisted that we all do squats and I was in the front row, Damian, Harry and Eli were behind me, surely enjoying the show. I was stretching my hole for them and I knew it.
To be honest, I did not mind it that much. I got used to expose my ass and much more during my one-on-one training sessions with Daniel and Coach Ranson, and after a while, the work-out was so intense that my big bum became the least of my concerns. I was just trying to keep up with Daniel’s insane demands.
We were all pushed to exhaustion that day.
The last ten minutes were a challenge though. Coach Ranson made Travis and I fight each other. The match was really tense and Travis would not let go.
He was much more aggressive than usual and even if it may have been smart to let him win, I just could not lose on purpose. I had to push back! I pinned him down a couple of times but he would always return the favour. As the match went on, I felt some of our complicity return, it was like those times when we would wrestle, just for fun, challenging each other. I missed my best friend.
When he got on top of me, I felt his dick getting hard against my bare ass. Weirdly, it did not bother me as much as it bothered him. He finally let go of me, uncomfortable of his state.
“Mmmm…” said Coach Ranson. “We’ll have to work on that. If a little hard on scares you Lee, I’m not sure how you will work your way around the hose technique.”
Travis looked at me, and then at my crotch.
I had not realized but I had gotten hard while he was on top of me.
Shit. This whole thing was really fucking with my brain! And this was only the beginning...
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