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 19: Video Stars
"Scott! Wake the fuck up! Feytons is about to break the door."
I opened my eyes to see a hard cock only a few inches from my eyes. Victor was standing by my bed.
Boom, boom, boom.
Someone was knocking furiously at our dour. My eyes were not fully open, everything was in a blur, including that big dick right next to my face. To be fair, I had stared at that cock so many times at that point that I could have recognized it in just a second.
"Russel! Open the fucking door, we got to go." Someone yelled from outside.
Still semi in my dream although all details of which were slipping away from my brain, I saw Victor reaching the door, stark naked.
"Relax, man. Scott is still sleeping." He said with a smirk when he opened.
Damian seemed surprised for a split second but acted cool.
"Well, Vic, tell your boyfriend to wake up."
"What the hell, Damian?" I said, finally straightening up.
"Jeez, I thought you were gonna take this thing seriously! Francis is waiting for us; he'll probably be pissed at us for being late."
"What are you talking about? We were supposed to go to his place at 11am, it's 8:30!"
"He texted us last night to say 9:00 instead! Can't you read your texts, dummy?"
I checked my phone.
"I did not get any text." It was true, last one was coming from the Coach with instructions on my diet and the supplements that I was taking daily.
Damian sighed.
"Whatever, let's go then."
Victor had returned to his bed, putting the cover over his face. It was a Saturday, he did not usually sleep in but we had both stayed up late the night before, we had a lot to talk about. Travis had left college, not only the Wolves, but he had applied to another university and had moved away. It was a shock for the both of us. Victor was feeling bad about it, I was too, but what could have I done? Travis had gone off the rails!
After that, Victor had jerked off and for maybe the fourth or fifth time that week, I had watched him closely in the hope it would get my erection to go down. It kind of worked but the mornings were always the worst, and my big dick was fully stiffed again.
I had not cummed in more than three weeks at this point! This was probably my personal record since I was 13. I felt like the lightest breeze would make me explode.
"Ok, I just need to take a quick shower." I said to Damian, coming out of bed, barely acknowledging my morning wood which was making a huge tent in my boxer shorts.
"Fuck, what were you both lovers doing in this room before I came in? Keep some for the shoot!" Damian commented.
"Oh, shut up. You know I'm hard all the time lately."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure Francis will be very happy about that. But no time for shower, you missed your shot when you got up so late. We have to go, now!"
I grabbed some clothes and dressed up in a hurry. Under my jeans, my erection was more or less concealed although the bulge was still very apparent. I mean, the whole school was now used to see me hard 24/7 and everyone, including myself, had gotten used to it. I mumbled a goodbye to Victor and left with Damian in a rush.
The ride to Francis' place was a bit tense. I was apprehensive of what was to come and for some reason, Damian seemed mad at me.
"I told you I did not get any text." I said after a while.
"Ok."
I knew I had to break the ice. I so wished to go back to the period when we were friendly with each other. I was making so much progress in getting integrated within the Wolves but without the support of Damian, I was surely on the path to go back to being the scape goat of the team.
"Dude, are you mad at me or something?"
"No." He stopped at a red light, glanced at me and said: "I mean, I'm doing this for you and I feel like you are not making much efforts."
"I've agreed to shoot those videos, man. What else do you want from me?"
"I don't know. I just don't think this is fair. You already got a lot of money from the calendar shooting, money we should have shared within the team."
Again, this money thing. I knew this was my mistake but I just did not know how to fix this.
"I told you Damian, I really feel awful about that. I can apologize again."
"Feeling bad is not enough, bro, it does not solve anything."
He was calling me "bro", this was a good sign. For a few weeks, I could tell that my lie about the money from the shoot had driven a wedge between us.
"This is exactly why I have agreed to do this, so we can both make money." I spoke. "I'm really trying to make things right here."
"Bullshit." He took his eyes away from the road and looked at me. "You're only doing this so the existing content does not get leaked everywhere online. That's the only reason you have agreed to shoot more videos, so the access to them would be very restricted."
Again, he was making a good point... I would be lying if I said this was not my primary motivation.
"But you said you did not mind doing that."
"Scott, it's not because a guy is not whining and complaining like a little girl that everything is easy. I just saw how worried you were about this and I accepted to do this to help you out! See, this is what being part of a team means! Me, I don't give a single fuck about everything leaking online, I'm not the one on the floor taking jizz like a freaking cumrag."
Like every time I thought back about seeing me in that position, I felt a weight in my stomach.
"Damian... That day, you were the one who asked for... I mean, I was only doing that for the team, for you..."
"Sure. You will tell me that you're not gay again, right?"
"I'm not..." I mumbled, looking through the window.
Damian put his hand on my left thigh.
"Listen, Scott. I don't want us to fight, we're adults, we're bros. I'll try to get over the lies you told before and make this thing works."
I still was not looking at him.
"Thanks..." I whispered.
"I am sure we can figure something that would be fair and would put all this drama behind us. Look at me, Scott."
