I sat in the chair Coach Thomas had left me in, staring down at my groin in disbelief. The flesh of my limp cock pressing tightly against the bars of my new cage. Not much room to move my dick around and definitely no room for me to stretch out to my full eight inches.
"How... how am I supposed to fucking piss with this thing on?" I glanced up at Coach Thomas with a tiny spark of anger creeping into my voice. "And what the fuck am I supposed to do when I pop a boner. I haven't gone a full day without getting laid. If my dick isn't getting any action I'm constantly hard, man."
Thomas stood up from his desk, strode over to my side and roughly gripped the back of my neck, yanking me to my feet to stare directly into my eyes. "I told you to address me as sir," he tightened his grip on my neck. "You'll be pissing sitting down.
I grit my teeth, feeling coach's fingernails dig into my neck.
"Sir." I took a ragged breath, calming myself. "When is this thing going to be taken off my dick?"
Coach Thomas flexed his hand again, my neck ached.
"Wh-when will it be taken off, sir," I winced.
He loosened his grip, dropping me back into the chair before moving back to his seat. "At minimum the rest of this training camp, which is three months, then we'll see. You've demonstrated to me you don't have the self-control of a man, so as a member of my team, you will not be treated like a man. That means you don't have a dick. You'll be sitting down to piss like a girl until you can prove you're a man and earn back your dick."
My face was feeling flush with embarrassment. Not only because coach was treating me like some dumb bitch, but while all this was happening, the locker room was slowly coming to life as the other wrestlers started to arrive for the morning practice and I was certain my teammates could hear me getting dressed down. I shrunk back in my seat away from the door, desperately trying to avoid allowing anyone in the locker room to find out I'm in here getting berated and definitely don't want them to see me naked with this cage on my dick.
Coach Thomas grabbed me by the neck, pulling me back to my feet and towards the door.
"Time for practice, Ellis," he quickly shot me an appraising glance before starting to drag me out of his office. "Looks like you're already in uniform."
As we entered the main area of the lockers, Coach Thomas blew his whistle and came to a stop in front of the assembled team. With absolutely nothing to hide my nudity, let alone the cage, I thrust my hands down over my crotch, cupping myself, desperately hoping to salvage the tiniest bit of dignity. Thomas released his grip on my neck, but yanked me back when I attempted to slink off to hide amongst the team.
"Ellis, stay here. Hands as your side. NOW." he boomed, his voice echoing throughout the locker room.
Fearing what would happen if I disobeyed, I dropped my hands to my side, fully exposing myself to my team.
"Welcome back, men. You did well enough for your first day. I've received reports back from my contacts telling me you have followed the meal plan and conducting yourself like I instructed," he said in a firm, even tone. "Well... all but one of you. Men, here stands one possible consequence of not following my clear instructions for you. Ellis here thought he was too special and exempt from the plan I set in front of ALL of my wrestlers. After being notified by a montior, I walked in on him fucking a sorority skank last night."
He shot a glance over at me, reaching out, grabbing me by the balls. "He's a good wrestler. All-state his entire high school career, from what his transcript says. The head of our wrestling department says Ellis here is far too good to cut from the team, BUT he's clearly proved to me that he can't follow simple instructions and behave like a man. So as of today, men... Ellis is no longer considered to be a man in these halls. Until he can prove to us otherwise, he is being receiving control his impulses so he can focus on becoming the best athlete he can be. Ellis will practice like this as a reminder how to be humble and what will happen if you disrespect my program."
That second day of practice was even more excruciating than the first. With every step I took, I could feel the cage shift and jiggle my dick, causing some of the most painful erections in my life. Which was even worse when we had to run. The cage was far too small and barely contained my flaccid dick, leaving absolutely no room for eight inches of horny teen jock dick. Every erection would cause me to double over in pain until my boner subsided. This was probably the first time in my life I wished I could wear my jockstrap just to minimize the simulation to my dick.
On top of that, I felt all eyes were on me and my nuked body. Each time a teammate would lap me running or get close to me, they would play with my nipples, slap my ass or run a finger up my crack just to try to get me hard. I could hear them whisper among themselves, coming up with what became my nickname for the season.
Liam, the tall, redheaded wrestler on the team convinced them 'no dick' was the best pick. The guys agreed and repeatedly suggested I shouldn't be on the team for acting like I did. I quickly showered, hiding in a corner so nobody could see my caged dick then borrowed a pair of shorts so I didn't have to walk home across campus naked.
I left practice alone and made it back to my dorm room without having to deal with anybody from the team. However, my roomie, Andrés had locked the door when he left and my key was still inside with my clothes from last night.
The Resident Assistant that had access to the lockout keys was at class and would not be back until late. I crouched next to the for, waiting on my roomie to get back. My body was sore, the shorts I borrowed reeked of sweat and body odor. Worst yet, I could still feel that heavy cage between my thighs, weighing my groin down, swinging back and forth as my body weight shifted.
I silently begged my dick to stay limp... ironically for the first time in my life, I just couldn't handle getting another erection today. Mercifully, my dick stayed limp and soon my roommate, Andrés arrived, letting me in.
"So... in case you haven't heard, the guys have officially decided you nickname for the season will be No Dick," he smirked, dropping his gym bag onto the floor. "I tried to get them to call you 'Fuck Up' instead, but they thought No Dick fit you better."
I suppressed a glare and shot back: "Great. Hopefully that doesn't get out to the others. Did you fucking rat me out to Coach?"
