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.
Please be aware that 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 25: Eddy
I lost my first match of the season.
It was bound to happen at some point but, as I was carefully following all instructions from Coach Ranson and the staff, I thought I would be able to avoid that.
Surely, I was delusional. No athlete can win every single one of their games for an entire year, but failing was simply not an option in my mind. I was not conditioned to fail.
I did fail though.
To be fair, that competition went very badly from the start.
Before we even hopped in the bus which would drive us there, I was feeling on edge. The Head Coach unlocked the metal cage and freed my abnormally long cock. I had played with my nipples in the shower that morning so I thought I would be able to control myself and my erection for a while... Turned out I was dead wrong!
When the cage was lifted from my elephant sized dick, damn it, the whole thing rose like a fucking bouncy castle! My shaft became hard in a matter of seconds, poking against Coach Ranson's face (the poor guy!) who was putting the cage's tiny key back in one of his pockets.
Instantly, I knew that any hope of self-control was pointless.
Maybe I should first clarify that I did go to a shower stall that morning but only to caress, squeeze and pinch my nipples in peace. The Coach was very clear about me not showering, or not cleaning myself at all, before the competitions. He wanted me to be as raw as possible.
I only went to the stall to hide myself from Victor and the other guys of the dorm while I was pleasuring myself.
This desire for privacy might seem a little strange since my roommate was beating his meat in my presence all the times, and often, he was literally stroking on me, but I thought that nipples play was a too gay and a too weird thing to do with someone else in the room.
Funny saying that when In the first hour of the morning, my roommate had made me suck his dick. He woke up with his usual morning wood and was stroking himself in his bed, lying naked above the covers.
He needed some release and I could always use some fresh cum to provide me with some energy and proteins, especially before a big competition. I deepthroated his cock and I swallowed most of his loads. It was already a daily occurrence at this point anyway.
Apparently, I did not catch it all in my mouth. There was some of Victor's cum left on my right cheek but even this, I did not wipe off. I knew that the Head Coach would appreciate it being there to throw my opponents off some more.
Anyway, I got out of the shower stall as dirty as I was getting in, but feeling a bit more relaxed after playing with my sensitive nipples. I foolishly thought it would help me gain some more self-control throughout the day...
Wishful thinking.
In theory, being hard on the mat during competitions was very much encouraged and cumming on my opponents was the only time where ejaculation was tolerated.
However, with that huge dick suddenly free after multiple weeks in the cage and pulsating, I felt like I had just gotten a new limb attached on my crotch, or that I was sharing my body with another living and breathing creature. It was quite disturbing.
I no longer knew how to live with that monstruous thing moving against my abs, rising to incredible length, begging to explode, and leaking tons of precum without barely any interruption.
I missed the cage!
Even the Coach seemed surprised by my dick's reaction. It was really on another level.
See, I am referring to my dick's reaction, as if that thing had a mind on its own! There was me, and then, there was "Elephant sized Dick".
I was on edge all the way towards the competition and every little bump in the bus (damn, the bumps in the roads!) made me release ounces of precum in my underwear. Damian and Eli had a good laugh every time it happened, the slime passing through my sweatpants, my bulge being quite obscene, forming a gigantic tent.
Personally, I was not in a mood to laugh.
If the previous weeks had been difficult and confusing, what I was experiencing at this stage was extending way beyond that. Without my cage on, it was like I had lost all control over my thoughts' process. Elephant Sized Dick was taking all of my mental space.
I even named it in my mind. Elephant Dick became E.D. which, after a while, became Eddy.
Things only got worse when we changed into our singlets in the locker-room and during the weigh-in.
I was leaking so much precum everywhere that Amir seriously asked me if I was not just pissing at that point. I swore to him that it was not piss (I had only pissed on myself one time!). Or rather, I mumbled an incoherent response. I did not have enough blood flow in my brain to have a normal conversation with anyone.
Eddy was taking everything from me and wanted all the attention. All I could do was focusing on not cumming right there, in the middle of the room, without even touching myself.
Travis was there, also preparing for the competition, and his presence threw me off even more. While he was changing, he looked at me with a stupid concerned look on his face as if I needed his help or something. He had betrayed me! I did not want to have anything to do with him.
I almost begged the Coach to cage me again during the competition, simply because I did not know how to deal with Eddy.
Coach Ranson said that I was not allowed to wear any jewellery on the mat and a chastity cage was considered as such. Fuck! I was all over the place and not at all in my normal "focused beast mode" before competing.
In this context, what was meant to happen, happened.
My first match was against a fierce Eagles' junior student. A black guy with thick black hair all over his body, - his armpits looked like a rain forest -, he was barely 20 years old but he could have been mistaken for a 30 years old man. He was still rather slim which explained why he was fighting within my weight class.
People were shouting "Cum Stick" in the crowd, I was still the audience's favourite.
My opponent was sporting a flaccid cock under his singlet, which was now a rare occurrence during competitions, (most athletes were hard throughout the competition), but he was not afraid of feeling me up.
