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 18: Ersatz
It felt too damn good to finally be back on the mat. Only there, I was feeling like myself, like I was worth something.
With the new supplements given by Doctor Peterson and the Head Coach, I felt more focus and eager than I ever was. Wrestling practice was very intense and three to four times a week, Coach Daniel and Coach Ranson were pushing us to our absolute limits for the competitions to come in February.
Some of the wrestlers had left the Wolves and only the most committed were still in it. My life had not been easy lately, and I needed some wins. I thought that if I were to smash it during the next comps, I could find back some of my self-esteem and remember what I was fighting for.
The only problem was my libido which was all fucked up again. Things had somewhat come back to normal during the holidays, but now, it was worse than ever! I was no longer jerking off following the doctor's advice (we were still waiting for the results of the tests made on my semen) but I was hard 24/7. Quite literally.
It was so awkward in my dorm room with Victor staring right at my dick most of the times... But what could I say? I could not be mad at him; I was the horny elephant in the room!
At the end of one particularly intense training session where I had rubbed my hard dick against each of my teammates -- do not get me wrong, I was fine with that, they had jizzed on me more times than I could count, - I went to Coach Ranson's office to discuss this issue.
I was no longer embarrassed of getting hard during trainings or during the matches, most of the athletes were sporting stiffed cock anyway since the hose technique had become a common thing, but I thought the new supplements he was giving me may have been affecting my libido. It had really become out of control since I had started taking them.
Thinking of which, I had never been more turned on during the first semester than when I was drinking the shakers from the Coach!
I was very surprised when Coach Ranson simply admitted that it was true. Just like it was no big deal.
"Well, of course. Those are boosters filled with vitamins, proteins and testosterone. It's not really a surprise it should make your dick go up at times..."
"Coach, you have been giving me Viagra?!"
"Always the big words with you! It's just a common side effect of protein shakes, I guess you're just a horny little boy. Aggressivity, commitment, focus, sex-drive, all of those go together. There is no secret on why women are so inferior to men in sports and, if you want my opinion, in all life's areas where it matters, they are missing something that we have." He grabbed his balls to make his point: "Our manhood. The source of our power."
"But... I... I just cannot have erections all the time."
"You really do not accept yourself as a man, Scott. Men do get hard! Why should you feel embarrassed about that? It's only in our nature. What would you prefer? Having a clit between your legs?"
"No, but..."
"Why do you think we have forbidden you to cum? For our own pleasure? Of course not! I am just following science. When your balls are full, you're more aggressive, more dedicated, more of an athlete! Once you nut, you lose all of this manly energy. The more you can get to the edge, the better you are on the mat. Can you deny that?"
"I don't deny that. It's just... Coach, it's all the time. Lately, I just cannot seem to get it down..."
It was embarrassing but the Head Coach had to get it. I was not complaining about getting hard during a couple of matches, my whole life was now spent with a huge monster, fully awake and dripping in my pants.
"And where's the harm in that? It should make you feel powerful!"
"The teachers, the girls, they see it! They look at me! They think I'm a freak. You know that I cannot hide my... well, my genitals."
"Come on, Scotty. I am sure that everybody just thinks you are a healthy young man! Sure, it would be easier if you did not have this insane horse dick of yours but eh, is that my fault? Trust me, nobody cares. Myself, I have seen too much of your hard dick already but I have decided to move pass it. Aren't you glad that I chose to ignore all the times your dong got hard in front of me? I suggest you do the same."
I had a weird feeling in my stomach, it was the first time that the Coach was referring to the incident which had occurred at his place during the Christmas holidays. I still could not believe I had slipped in the Coach's bed, naked, with a full hard on. But maybe I was imagining stuff, maybe he was just talking about seeing my cock during practice, not about the night at his place...
"Yes, Coach... But if I really want to cum, I should..."
"No way. Boy, the whole point for you is to learn to control yourself, your manhood, your energy. You really cannot let that dick controls you. Besides, it is just not safe until we have your results from the lab."
"Not safe... Why?"
"Don't worry yourself with that for now, just learn how to follow my instructions. When have I ever been wrong?"
As often, the discussion kept going for a while but I ended up with more bottles of supplements and making another promise not to ejaculate before I was authorized to do so. I swear that I could have accepted to be that horny all the time if only I could cum just once in a while... once a week! The complete abstinence was torture.
That night, I confided myself in Victor so he would know why I was so fucking horny all the time. I feared that he might think that I was attracted to him. I could not have another roommate accusing me of being gay.
I was pleasantly surprised that he acted really cool about it. Sure, I would have preferred that we did not have this conversation while he was -- once again -- naked, but at least, he did not make a big deal out of it.
"Oh... So, you're hard all the time but you cannot jerk off? Like, never?" He said, mindlessly scratching his balls, lying on his bed.
"I mean, I can jerk off sometimes! Just not at the moment..."
"When, then?"
"I don't know... I guess when the Coach and Doctor will tell me that's ok. It was like that during the first semester, they would tell us when we could cum again. Also, we are waiting for some results on tests they have been running on my sperm. The entire team is in the same situation but I guess not everyone follows the instructions."
"And the supplements you take are only making things worse?"
"Well... yeah." I replied, realizing how absurd it might sound. I pointed at my cock making a huge tent under my shorts.
Thankfully, I had come to terms with my body or I would have never been able to get out of my bed each morning...
"I get it, man. You gotta do what you gotta do!" Victor said pragmatically.
"Really?"
"Of course! Do you think Olympic athletes don't make sacrifices? I, for one, don't mind that you're constantly hard. I guess it's just something we should get used to."
I must admit I was relieved by his reaction. Victor did not make the slightest comment about me being gay and he did not insult the Coach either. I felt like I could open up to him.
"I don't know, sometimes, I wonder if I should at least stop the supplements, try to get this (I pointed to my cock again) under control."
"Why? Are they not a good fit for you? You're not performing well on the mat?"
He was really comfortable with himself, he was now spreading his legs and scratching his inner thighs.
"Oh no, the Coach told me they were quite expansive and they were made specifically for my body type. I do feel like a beast on the mat... It's just..."
"You just answered your own question, mate. Why would you stop something which will make you win competitions? I thought wrestling was the most important thing for you."
