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. This story involves a lot of manipulation elements (straight to gay).
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy.
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 11: The Hose technique
"Boys, I've had the confirmation that several teams are prepared to implement the so-called hose technique in future competitions. A bird even told me that our biggest competitors were training to focus only on that!"
"Would that be even allowed?" Asked Amir, for the first time, a bit concerned.
"Great question. The national referee committee has been consulted and they did not find anything on the wrestling rules preventing one athlete to ejaculate on his opponent during a match."
Some of the Wolves gasped. We were sitting on the bleachers of the gym, waiting to go on the mat for our Tuesday's training. Coach Ranson was delivering a speech to guide us for our next couple of weeks before the following big competition. The others members of the staff were there too, taking notes.
"Coach, the other teams are really going to... try to cum on us?!" Asked Harry, flabbergasted. I mean, we all were.
"What can I say? Russel really had a tremendous impact during the first competition of the season and it created some ripples."
I wanted to bury myself in the grounds of the school. Was it really all because of me?
Travis looked at me, he seemed so annoyed by what my mere presence had done to this team and to our sport. We had not really talked since the night he thought that I had come out as gay to Robert de Portier. I did not know for sure that he believed that but for a few days now, everyone in the team seemed to have confirmed among themselves that I was gay. I was trying my hardest not to care about it.
"Thanks Russel... Not everyone loves to be covered in cum!" Complained Eli.
I did not even respond to him. What was the point?
"This is precisely what we are going to train you for, Gardener! Making sure that our opponents' foolish attempts do not distract you from winning!" Settled the Head Coach. "Better than that, following our Champion's lead here, just like Scott, you will learn how to destabilize them by pulling off the same trick!"
Coach Alberto was on the sidelines, clearly uncomfortable with the whole idea. As the season progressed, he had gone from being very happy to work with Coach Ranson to very confused about some of his choices. He was not very happy with me either, I could tell.
"Coach is right." Said Damian.
He picked up his phone and launched a video that he showed us to everyone:
"Look at what happened in Denver's last competition, three guys lost their matches because their opponents cummed through their singlets!"
"Damn, those guys are crazy! We're doing wrestling, not gay porn!" Said Cory while staring at a video where a guy wearing a yellow singlet was rubbing his hard dick on the back of his opponent. That was a lot!
"All sports go through this kind of evolutions. Some only last for a season, some stay for years and years. We just need to adapt." Explained Coach Ranson.
"Head Coach... You.... You really want the Wolves to go on this path?" Alberto interjected.
It was the first time ever that anyone from the staff questioned Coach Ranson's methods or views.
"It's not about what I want, Alberto. This is just about winning. But maybe you want to share your wisdom, after all, you were here last year when the team performed so well..."
Alberto shut up and moved back, his head down. There was nothing to gloat about finishing dead last the previous season.
"Obviously, the main focus will still be on the moves, the hose technique is just one new way to take the upper hand over your opponent. Really, it's not that different than the various methods we teach you to pin them down. As a matter of fact, the athlete's attitude on the mat has always been key to winning, that's why I focus so much of my efforts on making sure you all feel confident on the mat."
The Coach looked directly at me -- he had surely paid great attention of getting me at ease with showcasing my body and being touched; he then addressed the whole team:
"If this is a problem from anyone in here, you can go now, while we are still leading the scoreboards in the state."
I would like to say that I considered leaving but the idea did not even cross my mind. I was in too deep. Also, a part of me was sort of proud. Maybe I had really changed the sport for decades to come and at least, I would not be single out any more for what had happened with Strafer. On the contrary, I was a pioneer, just like Coach Ranson had predicted after this infamous match.
No one moved from the bleachers, the few guys who had been shocked by Coach Ranson's ways had left the Wolves weeks ago.
The next two hours of training were bound to be the craziest of my life, well, thus far. And that was saying something!
The Coach decided that we would focus on the hose technique to be prepared for every outcome. As I had shown that I could easily get hard on the mat and ejaculate on my opponent at the right time, Coach Ranson decided I would be on the other hand this time. What I needed to learn was how to take a hose attack from my opponent without flinching.
Yes, the Coach did refer to a wrestler ejaculating on another one as a "hose attack".
The rest of the team, who was still a bit shy about getting hard, and even more so, cumming on the mat needed to let go of that insecurity. In that way, the tables had turned a little as the others were the one who needed to learn to gain confidence. But soon, I would understand this only meant I would end up in the same submissive position all over again.
Although the explanations of the Coach were very clear, it did not fully register at first. It was only when I found myself in the starting position, on my knees, arching my back, my two hands against the mat, and I heard the Coach ordering me not to move that I realized what was going to happen.
"Who wants to go first?" Asked Coach Ranson. "No need to be shy!"
I was certain that Damian would move forward but it was Tom who volunteered himself.
"I'm ready, Coach! Let's go! What should I do?" He spoke, seemingly very enthusiastic.
"Good boy! That's the energy I want to see. The idea is pretty simple, you need to learn how to implement the hose technique in the event you might need it at a crucial point during a competition. Now, for this training today, it is obvious that Scott would beat you if this was a regular match."
I felt a beam of pride in my chest... but, as often, it did not last long.
"For this one, Russel, you are forbidden to move or fight back. That's perfect team work because what you need to learn Scotty, is not to be phased by anything that might happen during a match. Tom, on your hand, it's pretty easy, you must get hard to the point of nearly ejaculating but you have to control it, and only release yourself at the most crucial time, meaning, when I will say so!"
