Tales of a Cumdump Bottom Joc

My name is Jakob Ellis and I am a complete and total cumdump. Truthfully, I wasn't always this obsessed giving my body to any man to use and pump full of their precious loads. In high school, I was obsessed with women. I was all-state in both football and wrestling all four years and had three girls lined up, willing to satisfy my sexual needs... all behind my girlfriend's back. Hell, I even convinced a few of my female teachers to meet me after school to suck my dick.

I loved my high school days and at graduation, I was accepted to a NCAA Big 10 college, earning a full scholarship for wrestling. That's where my complete obsession with taking men's loads began.

Freshman orientation went smoothly. I had hooked up with a couple of the girls in my tour group. One gave me a mediocre blowjob in the stairwell of the student union while another met me in the unisex restroom, moaning like a slut while I plowed her up against the door. After I rejoined the tour group, I noticed the upper classmen guide was checking me out. After some lazy flirting with her, she invited me back to her dorm room to spend the evening getting my dick serviced. I was really confident that my first year of college was going to be one to remember.

That was until first day of wrestling practice where I met Coach Thomas - the man that changed my life forever. He was an imposingly tall wall of muscle. Six and a half foot tall, roughly 280 pounds of pure bodybuilder muscle. The other guys on the team talked about him being a former Mr. Olympia champion; a couple of the guys said he had competed in several Olympic games. Honestly... I could believe it.

And with Coach Thomas's build, he flaunted it.

The day of our first practice, he walked into the locker room wearing a skin-tight polo and jogging shorts a couple sizes too small. The fabric looked painted onto his huge muscled frame, hugging his crew l massive pecs and big round bulge.

I've sized up a few of my teammates in the past to make sure none of them could come close to what I'm packing. I had been real proud of my physique, not to mention the plump round bulge my limp cock created. But, by comparison, Coach Thomas made me look... and feel incredibly small by comparison.

"Listen up, boys," he started after introductions. "This program is nothing like the pansy wrestling program your coaches put you through in high school. I require each man on this team fight hard to prove to me he's worthy to earn their spot on this team. Every wrestler I've trained has gone on to be successful, before I do that for you, I must know I have your commitment and your loyalty to my program."

Every freshman agreed, nodding. I did too. We all wanted that feeling of being a champion and an alpha not only on campus, but in the world outside. Getting as much pussy as I was now, I dreamt of the multitudes of women that would be begging for my dick after I joined the team and completed his program.

Coach Thomas smiled, looking out over the team. "Excellent, my program is rough on the beginning, but I know you'll see results as long as you stick with my plan." He handed a stack of paper to one of my teammates to pass around. "Here you'll find the basics you are going to be held responsible for outside of training. Coach Williams and I will guide you through that. This is your meal plan, completely detailed down to the last calorie. Every cafeteria on campus knows it and can meet these requirements. You are too follow it to the letter."

He paced around the room, looking each of us in the eye, driving home his instructions. "One final requirement. You are to preserve all of your testosterone for muscle growth and development. That means absolutely NO ejaculation. No sex. No masturbating. Nothing. I don't care how hot that coed slut is or how eager she is to share your tiny dick with her sorority sister. Keep it in your pants until I say so. There will be consequences for failing me."

That first practice was hell. Coach Thomas worked us until we collapsed. The first three freshmen that dropped and couldn't continue were immediately cut from the team on the spot. I struggled, choking down vomit from exertion... but I made it to the end of practice.

As the team showered after practice Thomas shouted across the locker room, reminding us the plan goes into effect immediately. He said he has contacts all across campus and he will find out if we're not doing our part.

A couple of the guys started to complain once we left the sports complex. Most were fine with a highly regulated diet - but the sex. That was what had caused the most friction. Now that we were on our own, this was the time we should be fucking as much as we could.

I agreed with them, paying lip service to coach's plan. Secretly vowing to myself that I'm going follow the meal plan, but there's absolutely no way I'm going to give up sex. I didn't slow down in high school when my coach suggested it... I'm not going to slow down now. I had a couple girls lined up for tonight and my dick was already starting to ache just thinking about the raunchy things they had promised to do to me.

I met the team at the student union for dinner, quickly excusing myself. I sneaked off to the first girl's dorm for my first hookup. She was some busty blonde girl with nice tits. Definitely understood how to give a good blowjob. But that slut wouldn't swallow my cum... I did manage to convince her to let me squirt load across her tits. I wiped off my dick on her panties and tucked it back into my shorts, heading back to my room to wait on my second chick.

Second girl wasn't as hot, but fuck... she had stamina and did EVERYTHING. The slut sucked my cock. Rode me raw in every position. Hell... she even let me fuck her in the ass. I stayed awake and hard all night. At one point, my roomie, Andrés walked in. He stood in the doorway, watching me plow this chick from behind before grabbing his gym back and heading back out.

I was just about to blow my fourth load right into her ass when the door flew open. Coach Thomas stood in the doorway, staring at me. Right as I was feeling my orgasm build, dick hard and buried in this chick's cummy sloppy asshole. I froze under my coach's gaze, my dick instantly deflating in fear.

"Ellis," he boomed. "Get your dick out of that slut."

The girl started to freak out, grabbing her clothes and running out of the room, crying. Thomas closed in on me, grabbing me roughly by the back of the neck and hauling me to my feet in front of him.

"Think you're a better athlete than me and don't need to follow the plan simple plan I created for you and your teammates? Do you think you're going to coast through on your previous all-state victories Ellis? Those mean shit now that you're among men."

He started to drag me out of my room fully naked, not giving me any chance to put on, let alone grab some shorts. The while dorm was awake and getting ready for class. Although I'm proud of my well-honed wrestler physique and definitely not worried about showing off my dick... I didn't want to be seen by my team getting dragged out naked by our coach. Any remote hope I had at being named team captain is now gone. After seeing what happened at the first practice, I was more worried about keeping my spot on the team... and my scholarship.

Coach loudly berated me as I was drug across campus starting in my room to Coach Thomas's office clear on the opposite side of campus. Past dozens of students heading out for early classes and past campus security that noticed my nudity and did not seem to care once they noticed Coach Thomas. Once inside his office, I was thrust naked down into a chair by his desk.

He leaned down to shout in my face. "You're such a fucking hopeless pervert that you couldn't even leave your tiny worthless dick alone for five hours?" He's shook his head and continued to shout directly in my face. "Fuck Ellis, we really thought you had the potential to really exceed at this program. Yet you failed... all in FIVE FUCKING HOURS. After the first practice, Williams and I had thought you were a contender for captain... maybe even moving up to varsity this spring. However, knowing I can't even trust you to not play with your dick the same day I instruct you not to, I'm now debating on whether I can trust to even allow you to keep your spot on the team."

He spun my chair to directly face him. Gripping both arm rests, really dropping down to stare me in the eyes, letting me feel his rage, "Explain to me why you feel you deserve to be allowed to remain on this team? Why shouldn't I tell the Campus Administration that you failed a drug test and I'm cutting your scholarship?"

I was stammering and scrambling for words to beg coach not to do this. But with him so unbearably close, breathing pure anger down my throat, nothing coherent would come out. I just squirmed in the chair, feeling his dominating presence invading mine. Without that scholarship, I'm done with college. Immediately. Neither me nor my parents have the money to pay my tuition. It's far too late to apply for scholarships with the other universities that attempted to recruit me.

That's when it happened. The stress. Coach Thomas's sheer brawn. My pent up hormones raging from being stopped in mid-fuck. My dick started to stretch upward. I could only grimace feeling all eight inches curve upward in front of another dude... my coach let alone.

He saw my reaction and backed away. Taking in the pathetic scene in front of him. I was breathing heavily, causing my beefy pecs to rise and fall - nipples fully hard. My meaty biceps were flexing, gripping my chair. Hairless eight-pack abs tensing up and... sticking up from a small, well-cropped patch of blond pubic hair was my upward curving dick, throbbing in the cold air of my wrestling coach's office. I could feel a drop of precum forming on my tip.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you some secret homo?" He shouted, backing away from me.

I quickly denied it, shaking my head. "I'm straight. Fucked women only... my entire life," I managed to force out. "I... I've never thought about dudes. Ever. I'm no faggot sir. I don't want dick and don't want faggots on my dick."

He motioned to my dick, "I guess you have a control problem then. Is that right, Ellis?"

I quickly nodded, wanting to quash any potential faggot rumors.

"Tell you what, Ellis... I need strong all-state wrestlers like you on our team, but I can't have you going against my rules. You get to stay on the team and keep your scholarship on one condition. We need to keep that dick under control while you focus on your training. You will not like it, but if you want to stay on the team you must agree with what I'm about to do."

Blindly, I bowed my head and started nodding, vehemently agreeing before Coach Thomas could say another word. When I looked up, Coach Thomas was grinning at me and my enthusiastic acceptance.

"Williams! In here, NOW!" he shouted as he stepped back to his desk and sat down.

Assistant Coach Williams raced into the room, stopping by the corner of his desk. Coach Thomas reached into his top desk drawer, handing over something to him. He turned to me, commanding me to stand up, then motioned to Williams to begin.

Coach Thomas's stern look kept me quiet, even when I started feeling Coach Williams's hand start handling my cock and balls. Luckily by now my fear erection had gone down. I looked down and saw that he had put a ring around my junk and was now putting a metal cage around my dick. He locked into place and Williams stood up, handing the key to Coach Thomas before quickly leaving.

"There, problem solved," Thomas grinned at me. "You can't keep your dick in control, but this will. Final condition of your acceptance - we show the team the consequence of your immature action and then you keep your spot on the team. Now sit here until practice begins."

"What about my clothes?" I sheepishly asked.

Coach Thomas was immediately by my side, gripping the back of my neck. "What about my clothes, Sir," he leaned back into my face. "And no clothes. Not until we show the team."