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 13: Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Following the controversial practice which had been dedicated to the mastering of the infamous "hose technique", the entire team got hard, rubbed themselves and cummed on my ass for the next three training sessions. Alberto's concerns were not going to stop Coach Ranson from following his training plan.
A couple of guys, including Travis, decided to opt out from implementing the hose technique but overall, pretty much everyone else got accustomed to the idea that a wrestling match may imply cumming on his opponent. Through the singlet of course, no homo.
I, too, got used to being jizzed on by my teammates.
The Head Coach insisted that the other wrestlers needed more practice with their ejaculation while I had already proven that I was able to ejaculate at the perfect timing during a key match. All I needed to learn was to get comfortable with being on the receiver hand. Coach Ranson thought I would be a primary target given my history in the matter. I did not doubt that.
Only at the last practice, I had been authorized to put my singlet on to recreate the actual conditions of the match. By this point, almost everybody in the team could cum on command while I was bare ass, so finally, they had to perfectionate their technique while I was wearing my singlet.
At the end of that final practice, my white singlet was drenched with my teammates' cum and Travis almost puked when I brought it home. I have to admit, it was quite gross, all that cum drying on the fabric, becoming one with it.
From this day forward and no matter how much time I would spend washing the freaking singlet, I had never been able to squash the odour of cum from my gear. It was like it was part of the lycra fabric and my whole body smelt like cum every time I would wear it (and frankly, for several hours after that).
A ridiculous thought went through my mind once, what if I were to smell like cum forever? Could I still date a girl? Would not she be disgusted?
Although, as Coach Ranson had rightfully pointed out, my opponents being grossed out by my uniform could only work in my favour. "Try to concentrate on a move while you feel like you are fighting with a used condom!" His words, not mine.
He even advised me to pour some more jizz on my singlet. Not my own sperm though, we were not allowed to ejaculate freely during competition time, which was pretty much all the time now, so I was supposed to find other "suppliers".
I did not go that far. At least, not at that point, I still had my limits. But as for the smell, just like so many other things, I was getting accustomed to it.
Thankfully, no one attempted to do the exercise naked like Damian did the first time and they were all keeping their singlets on, while humping me. As long as I did not feel their dicks right in my ass, I was fine.
It was surreal at first, but I did not want to be like Alberto, stuck in the old ways. I just had to roll with wherever the sport was taking me, especially now that I was at the top of the leading board.
In the rare occasions that I would complain, someone would remind me that this new technique had been implemented only because of me, after my match with Strafer, and I was the one who had turned this noble sport nasty. I hated when they said that, because I knew that they were right.
By the time we were preparing for the final competitions of the semester, I had overcome all of my insecurities. I could not believe how uncomfortable I was with my body at the beginning of the year. Just getting nude in the locker-room was enough to give me anxiety!
And now, I was proud to be featured in the university's naked calendar!
Early in December, I received a copy of the University's Wrestling Calendar. I was the cover boy. Sure, it attracted some more jealousy but I could not care less. I deserved that spot!
Featured alone, shot from the back, the cover was a picture of my naked body, looking at the horizon, the sun rising before me. My big fat ass was fully exposed, but I only got compliments for this picture. People loved it, girls and guys alike, and they were right! My ass was muscular, prominent, strong and my wrestler's body was now very well defined. I was actually proud of me.
Some weird ideas even crossed my mind as I was studying the photograph. I came to understand some of Eli and Damian's dirty talks about me, I would have fucked that beautiful ass too...
Inside the calendar, the pictures were beautiful. Do not get me wrong, I still thought that the shooting had gotten way out of hands but I had to admit that the final edit looked amazing. Francis was very talented.
January was a picture of Damian Feytons, facing the camera. The photograph was cut out right below his pubes, if you looked carefully, you could see the top of his penis but the pose in itself was quite stunning.
All pictures were in black and white and Damian actually looked like a supermodel on this one. His pecs and abs were highlighted as his body was semi wet. No wonders the girls kept on throwing themselves at him.
February featured a group shot including Eli, Tom, Cory and I. Our bodies were all oiled up and we were apparently ready to fight one another. I was not too sure exactly when it was taken, we had tried so many combinations to get the perfect shot in the gym.
On this one, I was a bit bent over in my jockstrap and Eli and Coty were both dominating me. Tom was standing on the side lines. I was not too keen to show this to my family or too happy that the whole university was about to see it, but again, it remained artsy and tasteful.
Robert de Portier had told me that he loved this particular shot very much; it was his new screen saver. "Purely for artistic reasons", he had said. Sure...
March may have been my personal favourite. It was a portrait of Travis, his face shot in close up. So pure, with a great lighting. If we were still best friends, or just friends, I would have advised him to use this as his profile picture on all social media. He looked like one of these models featured in fragrance commercials.
However, given the state of our relationship, - we were barely saying hello to each other -, I kept my thoughts to myself. He would surely accuse me of being gay again!
April and May featured various groups in the showers, once again, you could see the top of Damian's dick on one shot, and Amir's bare hairy ass on the other but it was not too crude, at least, as far as naked calendars go. Again, I had feared the worst after the actual shooting! They could have picked way more revealing pictures.
June was probably the most daring shot. It featured Feytons and I leaning against the bench outside, barely hiding our respective (large) cocks with our hands. This picture had got the most comments and talks around the school. Even with the black and white setting, one could clearly see our dicks and there was no doubt that we were packing big meaty dicks.
Damian was very proud of the shot so I tried to align myself with his attitude. I had learned than being embarrassed would only make things worse. My level of confidence was not reaching Damian's yet but I had to remind myself that I had been paid way more than him to pose this way...
July featured a single shot of Amir. August was showcasing a fight between Travis and I in our jockstraps, all oiled up. I could barely recognize ourselves; we were definitely no longer innocent teens!
