A new coach with rather unorthodox methods is appointed to bring the University's wresting team back to the top. Unfortunately for straight hunk Scott, the path to victory involves turning him into the team's bitch.
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 8: Coach's pet no more
I had to shut down all social media, and all social interactions in real life for that matter. It felt like the whole world was talking about my dick!
The video of my fight with Strafer had become viral instantly on YouTube but it was removed shortly after. A wrestler cumming on his opponent in a middle of a match was not compliant with the community guidelines of the platform.
But the video had been reshared on various forums and literal porn websites since then, with my name and everything. I had thousands of new followers on Instagram the following night and I received texts from people I did not even know. Who gave these perverts my phone number?
In my entire life, I had never been that much at the centre of the attention but at the same time, I had never felt that alone. On the campus, everyone was treating me like I was dynamite, it was dangerous staying too close to me. The wrestling team was upset with me and all the attention I was getting and Travis just did no longer talk to me. He would come back to our dorm late at night and simply ignore me.
He had been right when he told me not to go compete in my state, but I still went, and now, I was paying the price.
Only Coach Ranson was on my side and supported me. At least, I still had him.
The next Monday, I went to his office first thing in the morning. I was not sure what I wanted to say, maybe I wanted to quit, all I knew was that I needed to talk to someone.
"Oh, my number 1 athlete!" The Head Coach said, enthusiastic, as I walked into his office.
"Hi, Coach."
"You know, the whole country is talking about you, boy! You made it."
"They're talking about my... about what happened Coach, not about me."
"The dean of the university personally asked me to thank you. You have put the Wolves team back on the map!"
I nodded politely. I thought I would be kicked away from the school. How did they not realize that I had brought shame and not pride to the university?
"Coach... I'm not sure that I can continue being part of the team."
"What non-sense are you saying there, Russel? You are leading the championship in your category, you have performed excellently, and this is only the beginning."
I lost patience.
"Coach! I have cummed on Strafer! In front of everyone! Everybody's making fun of me, they have put me on gay porn websites!"
Coach Ranson sighed heavily. I was used to that.
"Sit." He spoke.
I had never been capable of refusing any of his commands, I sat in front of his desk.
"First of all, Russel, don't worry about your little incident on the mat. The only thing people will remember in the end is that you are a strong and healthy young man who scored points and who won the game. Second of all, the technique that you used during your last match has caught the attention of many professionals, I cannot tell you how many calls I had over the week-end with pros and other university wrestling coaches wanting to know more about this."
He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder:
"You know, boy, you may have revolutionized the sport. Nothing in the rule says that using body fluids is forbidden and it fucking worked! I can tell you that you won't be the last using this technique now that it has proven effective."
"Really?"
"Yes, really! The Wisconsin's Coach calls it the hose technique and he is a big fan!" He chuckled. "They should have called it the Russel technique if you want my opinion, but eh, nobody will be able to take this away from you."
"Oh gosh... I'm glad they did not name it after me."
"Russel, in a few years, I bet everyone will be spraying their juice on their opponents for a chance at victory. I'm sure this is what the audience wants and the federation is just glad to bring some attention to the sport. This is a win-win."
I could not believe that I had to state the obvious, but it sure looked like it was necessary:
"But Coach, this is wrestling, not porn! We're not going to cum on each other! And nobody can see my match unless you go on gay porn websites now!"
"Would you stop with your big words? You were not being anally penetrated by your opponent if I recall the match, right? And anyway, what were you doing on gay porn websites, again?"
"Again? What do you... Coach...? I... I was not! I... I was just looking on the Internet where my name and the video were being shared and I stumbled on..."
The Head Coach busted out laughing this time.
"Stumbling on gay porn! That's rich! Ah yes, just like my brother-in-law said to his family when he was 18. 10 years later, he is married to his so-called roommate."
I was getting red; I realized that this body reaction of embarrassment was happening very often in this office.
"I'm just joking Scotty. Who cares that you are gay..."
"I'm not!" I yelled, defensively, not too sure that it was proving my point.
"Well, good. As I said, nobody cares either way. At this point, you have some momentum and you got the attention of several professional wrestling teams across the nation. That could be your big break. So, what are you going to do? Leave and the only thing you will be remembered by will be that last match of yours, or keep on smashing it on the mat while you can be scouted by big agents?"
He was making a point there, quitting now would just be a total failure, if I could continue to wrestle all season, my incident would be overshadowed by other scandals, and in the meantime, I could rise to the top. Wrestling in the national US team had always been my dream.
"I don't want to quit, Coach." I said, a little more confidently.
He grabbed both of my shoulders in a very fatherly way.
"That's my boy! Of course, you don't want to quit. You do have a tendency to make a mountain out of a molehill but you're a winner Russel!"
I smiled faintly. One problem remained.
"Although, I have to say, Coach, I don't think the rest of the team will be too glad that I'm staying. Things are a little tense with them."
"Oh yes... I thought about that. They're frustrated, jealous, and instead of questioning themselves, they prefer hating on you."
For once, I was glad he was recognizing that my concerns were valid.
"This is becoming really difficult to train with them, Coach."
"I understand... And there is something else that could make it worse."
He went back to his desk and got some paperwork out of a drawer. I was worried.
"What's that?"
"A contract. Following the amount of attention we got during the last competition, the university board and the dean have picked our wrestling team to be featured in the university's annual calendar this year. That's a huge recognition."
"I remember, the water polo team was picked last year."
"Exactly, and their coach is not glad that they are being replaced."
Coach Ranson pulled out the calendar, I had already seen it briefly but had not bought it. On the cover, Victor who was a freshman at the time, and two of his fellow members of the water polo teams were smiling while crossing their arms, wearing tiny golden speedos representing their sport.
The calendars generated some good revenues for the university every year and a good share of it were awarded to the team featured. As the wrestling team was still severely lacking funds, this could really help us out.
