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 10: The fly on the wall
During the lunch break, Francis showed us some of the pictures taken so far during the shoot and I must say that I was very pleasantly surprised.
On the pictures taken outside in the early morning, the lights were creating very nice shadows and although we could see our entire body naked, our bums were mostly hidden in the dark. I did not see any dick on the pictures Francis had chosen to present us.
The photographer also shot portraits of the team which I had not even realized. There was a particularly beautiful picture of Travis' face in close up, the sun hitting his cheeks.
We did not have time to go through the pictures taken at the gym, our bodies shining with oil and our junks covered by our jockstraps, but I felt much more confident when we went back to the locker-room for the third and final phase of the shooting.
Maybe the calendar would look amazing after all!
It was weird seeing the professional materials being set up in the locker-room that we were using almost daily. It gave a different vibe to the room.
We were asked to put our singlet on and to strip slowly to give a real feel of a changing scene in the locker-room. Francis and Robert de Portier stayed with us while we were changing, Francis pretended not to look -- although he definitely did -- but Robert did not even try to pretend, he passed among us as we were removing our clothes to put on our singlet.
I could tell that he was making Cory and Travis very uncomfortable. Me? I could not care less at this point.
One by one, the photographer would direct us like professional models to take off the straps from our shoulders, remove the singlet from the waist down. He wanted to get candid pictures, he tried to make us act as we would always do in this environment.
"Relax guys, act as if the camera was not there! I'm not here, just a fly on the wall."
We were all awkwardly playing our parts now. To nobody's surprise, Damian was the first one to get fully naked while everyone else was still on various stages of undress. The clicks of the camera intensified.
"Yes, good, some of you should be naked while the others only partly stripped. Russel, you're next, remove that singlet, it seems too tight anyway!"
I expected that and I obliged. Two seconds later, my dick and ass were once again exposed to the whole room.
"Since we have to act normal, should Russel resume his usual position, head against the floor, ass in full display?" Asked Damian, using his most convincing innocent tone.
Francis and Robert seemed surprised but they did not say anything.
"Fuck you, Damian." I replied, already pissed.
"Don't worry about that, gentlemen, just some friendly banters between team members!" Intervened Coach Ranson, looking severely at me.
What about Damian? He was the one constantly attacking me!
Thankfully, the photographer did not ask me to do anything else than to pretend to put my singlet back in my bag. I had to bend over a little but I thought it was ok. I could not afford making a scene, the Head Coach and Robert de Portier would never forgive me, especially because of that fucking three thousand dollars I was getting out of this.
As some other athletes had to get naked, things started to go wrong.
"Feytons, what is happening to you?"
"Sorry, Sir, this is not my fault. Donkey Scotty is bending over, showing off his big ass, and it looks just like a girl's ass. The Coach had prevented us from cumming so... Just a natural reaction! I can't help it!"
What the hell was this all about? I turned around and realized that Damian was fully hard in the middle of the locker-room. This guy was relentless!
"No need to apologize, I'm used to shooting young athletes in the buff and usually, a bunch of them end up hard in front of my camera." Said the photographer with a smirk. I bet he loved that!
"Although, could you get it down? The school board won't let this pass." Intervened the Coach, for once, making sense!
"I'm trying to but when Russel here shows off her pussy, it just gets me going!"
"Just stop looking at my pussy! I mean, at my ass, Feytons!" I snapped.
"Come on, boys, no need to get worked up over an erection. It happens!"
Robert was still shooting the "behind the scenes" and came near Damian. He had to immortalize the incident. I rolled my eyes. I was the one being called a fag after all of this? Really?
"Personally, I don't see where the taboo about erections come from. In some European countries, nobody cares about a man being fully erected on a nude beach. Just the work of mother nature!"
"Sure Francis, but in the calendar of the university, mmm... I don't know, I don't think it will work."
Could the Head Coach finally have found his limit at not shooting his athletes with hard cocks?! I never thought this day would come where things would go too far, even in Coach Ranson's crazy standards!
"But we do need Feytons for a few more shots. So that thing needs to go down."
"Exceptionally, I'll allow him to ejaculate before a competition. It's a shame because I intended to work on that problem exactly during next Tuesday training but eh; we need to have a calendar ready before January." Consented the Head Coach.
"Ok, then. Feytons, you can ejaculate while I shoot the other ones. Just go in the showers while we continue with our work here." Indicated Francis.
"Ok. You're the boss. Although, I don't have my phone or anything, can Donkey Scotty come with me. I'll just need some help or it will take hours. I'm not an early ejaculator..."
The photographer's eyes widened in awe.
"Won't be the first time after all". Chuckled the coach. "Sure, go-ahead Scotty, go help Feytons."
"But Coach..."
"I think you know what you owe to this team and why you should, more than anyone else here, make sure the shoot goes smoothly."
The Coach looked severely at me. He was basically telling me that I was paid 3.000 dollars to make another guy cum, that was not the deal!
"But I don't want Feytons to cum on me!" I complained, the situation was so absurd. "He can cum on his own!"
Robert de Portier chuckled.
"Oh my! Who said anything about cumming ON you? My boy, are you sure you're not part of my team?" He said, finding his own joke very funny.
