My name is Jakob Ellis and I am a complete and total cumdump. Truthfully, I wasn't always this obsessed giving my body to any man to use and pump full of their precious loads. In high school, I was obsessed with women. I was all-state in both football and wrestling all four years and had three girls lined up, willing to satisfy my sexual needs... all behind my girlfriend's back. Hell, I even convinced a few of my female teachers to meet me after school to suck my dick.
I loved my high school days and at graduation, I was accepted to a NCAA Big 10 college, earning a full scholarship for wrestling. That's where my complete obsession with taking men's loads began.
Freshman orientation went smoothly. I had hooked up with a couple of the girls in my tour group. One gave me a mediocre blowjob in the stairwell of the student union while another met me in the unisex restroom, moaning like a slut while I plowed her up against the door. After I rejoined the tour group, I noticed the upper classmen guide was checking me out. After some lazy flirting with her, she invited me back to her dorm room to spend the evening getting my dick serviced. I was really confident that my first year of college was going to be one to remember.
That was until first day of wrestling practice where I met Coach Thomas - the man that changed my life forever. He was an imposingly tall wall of muscle. Six and a half foot tall, roughly 280 pounds of pure bodybuilder muscle. The other guys on the team talked about him being a former Mr. Olympia champion; a couple of the guys said he had competed in several Olympic games. Honestly... I could believe it.
And with Coach Thomas's build, he flaunted it.
The day of our first practice, he walked into the locker room wearing a skin-tight polo and jogging shorts a couple sizes too small. The fabric looked painted onto his huge muscled frame, hugging his crew l massive pecs and big round bulge.
I've sized up a few of my teammates in the past to make sure none of them could come close to what I'm packing. I had been real proud of my physique, not to mention the plump round bulge my limp cock created. But, by comparison, Coach Thomas made me look... and feel incredibly small by comparison.
"Listen up, boys," he started after introductions. "This program is nothing like the pansy wrestling program your coaches put you through in high school. I require each man on this team fight hard to prove to me he's worthy to earn their spot on this team. Every wrestler I've trained has gone on to be successful, before I do that for you, I must know I have your commitment and your loyalty to my program."
Every freshman agreed, nodding. I did too. We all wanted that feeling of being a champion and an alpha not only on campus, but in the world outside. Getting as much pussy as I was now, I dreamt of the multitudes of women that would be begging for my dick after I joined the team and completed his program.
Coach Thomas smiled, looking out over the team. "Excellent, my program is rough on the beginning, but I know you'll see results as long as you stick with my plan." He handed a stack of paper to one of my teammates to pass around. "Here you'll find the basics you are going to be held responsible for outside of training. Coach Williams and I will guide you through that. This is your meal plan, completely detailed down to the last calorie. Every cafeteria on campus knows it and can meet these requirements. You are too follow it to the letter."
He paced around the room, looking each of us in the eye, driving home his instructions. "One final requirement. You are to preserve all of your testosterone for muscle growth and development. That means absolutely NO ejaculation. No sex. No masturbating. Nothing. I don't care how hot that coed slut is or how eager she is to share your tiny dick with her sorority sister. Keep it in your pants until I say so. There will be consequences for failing me."
That first practice was hell. Coach Thomas worked us until we collapsed. The first three freshmen that dropped and couldn't continue were immediately cut from the team on the spot. I struggled, choking down vomit from exertion... but I made it to the end of practice.
As the team showered after practice Thomas shouted across the locker room, reminding us the plan goes into effect immediately. He said he has contacts all across campus and he will find out if we're not doing our part.
