Tales of a Cumdump Bottom Joc

I sat in the chair Coach Thomas had left me in, staring down at my groin in disbelief. The flesh of my limp cock pressing tightly against the bars of my new cage. Not much room to move my dick around and definitely no room for me to stretch out to my full eight inches.

"How... how am I supposed to fucking piss with this thing on?" I glanced up at Coach Thomas with a tiny spark of anger creeping into my voice. "And what the fuck am I supposed to do when I pop a boner. I haven't gone a full day without getting laid. If my dick isn't getting any action I'm constantly hard, man."

Thomas stood up from his desk, strode over to my side and roughly gripped the back of my neck, yanking me to my feet to stare directly into my eyes. "I told you to address me as sir," he tightened his grip on my neck. "You'll be pissing sitting down.

I grit my teeth, feeling coach's fingernails dig into my neck.

"Sir." I took a ragged breath, calming myself. "When is this thing going to be taken off my dick?"

Coach Thomas flexed his hand again, my neck ached.

"Wh-when will it be taken off, sir," I winced.

He loosened his grip, dropping me back into the chair before moving back to his seat.  "At minimum the rest of this training camp, which is three months, then we'll see. You've demonstrated to me you don't have the self-control of a man, so as a member of my team, you will not be treated like a man. That means you don't have a dick. You'll be sitting down to piss like a girl until you can prove you're a man and earn back your dick."

My face was feeling flush with embarrassment. Not only because coach was treating me like some dumb bitch, but while all this was happening, the locker room was slowly coming to life as the other wrestlers started to arrive for the morning practice and I was certain my teammates could hear me getting dressed down. I shrunk back in my seat away from the door, desperately trying to avoid allowing anyone in the locker room to find out I'm in here getting berated and definitely don't want them to see me naked with this cage on my dick.

Coach Thomas grabbed me by the neck, pulling me back to my feet and towards the door.

"Time for practice, Ellis," he quickly shot me an appraising glance before starting to drag me out of his office. "Looks like you're already in uniform."

As we entered the main area of the lockers, Coach Thomas blew his whistle and came to a stop in front of the assembled team. With absolutely nothing to hide my nudity, let alone the cage, I thrust my hands down over my crotch, cupping myself, desperately hoping to salvage the tiniest bit of dignity. Thomas released his grip on my neck, but yanked me back when I attempted to slink off to hide amongst the team.

"Ellis, stay here. Hands as your side. NOW." he boomed, his voice echoing throughout the locker room.

Fearing what would happen if I disobeyed, I dropped my hands to my side, fully exposing myself to my team.

"Welcome back, men. You did well enough for your first day. I've received reports back from my contacts telling me you have followed the meal plan and conducting yourself like I instructed," he said in a firm, even tone. "Well... all but one of you. Men, here stands one possible consequence of not following my clear instructions for you. Ellis here thought he was too special and exempt from the plan I set in front of ALL of my wrestlers. After being notified by a montior, I walked in on him fucking a sorority skank last night."

He shot a glance over at me, reaching out, grabbing me by the balls. "He's a good wrestler. All-state his entire high school career, from what his transcript says. The head of our wrestling department says Ellis here is far too good to cut from the team, BUT he's clearly proved to me that he can't follow simple instructions and behave like a man. So as of today, men... Ellis is no longer considered to be a man in these halls. Until he can prove to us otherwise, he is being receiving control his impulses so he can focus on becoming the best athlete he can be.  Ellis will practice like this as a reminder how to be humble and what will happen if you disrespect my program."

That second day of practice was even more excruciating than the first. With every step I took, I could feel the cage shift and jiggle my dick, causing some of the most painful erections in my life. Which was even worse when we had to run. The cage was far too small and barely contained my flaccid dick, leaving absolutely no room for eight inches of horny teen jock dick. Every erection would cause me to double over in pain until my boner subsided. This was probably the first time in my life I wished I could wear my jockstrap just to minimize the simulation to my dick.

On top of that, I felt all eyes were on me and my nuked body. Each time a teammate would lap me running or get close to me, they would play with my nipples, slap my ass or run a finger up my crack just to try to get me hard. I could hear them whisper among themselves, coming up with what became my nickname for the season.

Liam, the tall, redheaded wrestler on the team convinced them 'no dick' was the best pick. The guys agreed and repeatedly suggested I shouldn't be on the team for acting like I did. I quickly showered, hiding in a corner so nobody could see my caged dick then borrowed a pair of shorts so I didn't have to walk home across campus naked.

I left practice alone and made it back to my dorm room without having to deal with anybody from the team. However, my roomie, Andrés had locked the door when he left and my key was still inside with my clothes from last night.

The Resident Assistant that had access to the lockout keys was at class and would not be back until late. I crouched next to the for, waiting on my roomie to get back. My body was sore, the shorts I borrowed reeked of sweat and body odor. Worst yet, I could still feel that heavy cage between my thighs, weighing my groin down, swinging back and forth as my body weight shifted.

I silently begged my dick to stay limp... ironically for the first time in my life, I just couldn't handle getting another erection today. Mercifully, my dick stayed limp and soon my roommate, Andrés arrived, letting me in.

"So... in case you haven't heard, the guys have officially decided you nickname for the season will be No Dick," he smirked, dropping his gym bag onto the floor. "I tried to get them to call you 'Fuck Up' instead, but they thought No Dick fit you better."

I suppressed a glare and shot back: "Great. Hopefully that doesn't get out to the others. Did you fucking rat me out to Coach?"

"Really? Hell no bro, I wouldn't snitch on a teammate. I stood there watching while you boned that chick. Had to say, it was pretty fucking hot watching her tits swing around while you pounded her from behind. Was chubbing up to the scene... was hoping you would tag me me in and we'd double team her. Since you didn't, I hit the bathroom to rub one out then headed over to Mark's room to watch the game."

I stepped out of the disgusting pair of shorts and started rifling through my dresser for a jockstrap. As I was pulling it up over my crotch, I noticed Andrés was checking out my caged dick.

"What's it like?" he's asked.

"What's what like?" I asked. "The chick from last night?"

"Shit no. What's it like being a no dick?" he quickly shot back. "What's it like being locked up in that?"

"Fucking hurts," I frankly replied, turning back to my dresser to pick out a shirt and shorts to put on. "It barely fits over my dick and the second I get a boner, I'm in agony when these cage bars start to rip up my shaft."

"Damn that blows dude."

Even though my back was to him, I could feel Andrés continue to stare at me. It was about when I felt a light wind draft sweep down my back and over the curves of my tight jockbutt. After all the exposure and degradation I suddenly felt exposed and defenseless.

"You're telling me," I said turning back to face him as I could feel his gaze move up my torso to meet my eyes. "I'm going to be sporting wood constantly without being able to get off. That means this fucking cage is going to be chewing up my dick. I'm going to be in agony until Coach lets me out."

"IF Coach Thomas lets you out," he laughed, flopping down into his bed.  "Boners aside, I think you got a bigger challenge in telling Tanya about your new accessory. Isn't she coming over tonight for round two riding your dick?"

FUCK. I moaned hard and doubled over. The thought alone of watching her suck my dick sent it surging against my cage's walls. Shit. She also promised me last night that she would let me rawdog her pussy.

"Got yourself a real problem there, Jakey," Andrés laughed, flashing me a wicked grin. "Can't even think about a coed without nearly slicing your dick in half. Listen, I'll do you a favor and talk to her. Let her know you just can help her right now. Mabe set something up after training camp."

Andrés chuckled, then pulled on the waistband of shorts, releasing his erect cock. "Maybe I'll see if she wants to sample some thick Honduran meat." He gripped his dick at the base and shook it as it started to harden. "After all, I still have a dick and... well... you don't, No Dick. I mean she might be into dickless men."

He really accentuated the 'No Dick' in his response, continuing to laugh at me while waving his thick, uncut cock at me as a silky drop of shiny precum starting to form on his tip. I grabbed my gym bag and left the room without another word, the image of Andrés's hardening dick flopping about lingering in my mind.

I raced back to Coach Thomas's office. I needed to catch him before he left campus for the day. Finally having a tiny modicum of luck, I reached his office to see him gathering his things to leave for the day.

"You need to take this cage thing off my dick," I demanded, barely a few steps inside his office door. "You've had your fun. I'm embarrassed. My teammates things I'm the worst wrestler and my reputation will be ruined for years to come. I learned my lesson, just take this thing off me now."

Thomas set his bag back on his desk and glared me directly in the eye. Before I could even take another step, he wordlessly shot directly to my side, his towering frame and stern stare, instantly freezing me in my tracks.

"No Dick is back in my office, making demands like he's a man."

I could feel his hot breath on my face. Coach reached out grabbed me by the back of my neck and backhanded me across the side of my face. I was sent reeling backwards onto the floor next to the chair I was occupying no more than five hours ago.

"This is your final reminder, No Dick. You are to address me as Sir. As my inferior and a dickless fuck up with no value me or my program, you are to address real men as 'Sir'," he walked back to his desk, not breaking his transfixing gaze. "And no. I do not need to take that cage off your pitiful cock. After being disrespected like you have, I am beginning to wonder why I need to let you stay on MY team. You will be unlocked when I feel like you deserve to be unlocked and not a second sooner. And don't bother taking this to Dean Davis, he understands the money and value I bring to this campus. What I say is the law on campus."

He lifted his bag and slipped the strap over his hulking shoulder, starting to signal that I was running out of time. "I was going to let you have your tiny dick back after a couple weeks if you had kept your damn mouth shut. Yet, like a fucking child, you wasted my time with this absolute nonsense. For this fuck up, I will CONSIDER taking that off around the end of the semester. Understand this though, Ellis, keep hounding me, I'll make it the whole school year. Even more after that, I make it an ACTUAL year. Understood?"

My stomach sunk. The words got stuck in my mouth.

"ANSWER ME NO DICK," Coach Thomas thundered back at me.

My face turned crimson and fixed my eyes on the floor. "Y-yes Sir." was all I could force out.

"Good. Now get out of my office before I change my mind and add even more time, No Dick," he said, pushing me out of his office. "Us real men have dicks that need attention."

Starting that day, I attempted to keep to myself and focus. After a couple weeks had passed, Coach Thomas finally said I was worthy of attending practice clothed. I was still constantly hounded by my teammates, being called No Dick. They escalated their harrassment by randomly cornering me and being forced by the guys to show them my caged dick. I figured Andrés had something to do with this when they started waving their erections at me, urging me to play with their cocks, so I could become familiar with what a dick looks and feels like in the event I grow one someday. I swear, by the end of the first month, I had seen every dick on the team and a few from the varsity squad too once they found out about my 'issue'.

On top of the issues with the team, I had promised my girlfriend back home that I'd come home a couple times each month for a hookup. She's just as horny as I am and eager to fuck, I had to quickly come up with some half-assed excuse telling her I can't leave campus because of training.

At first she was supportive but right around Halloween, she started accusing me of cheating. She had sent me pictures of the slutty cheerleader costume she was going to wear, sending upskirt photos just to let me know she would not be wearing panties. After my dick calmed down, I started to plan. I needed earn back my dick from Coach Thomas before I would be forced to see her at Thanksgiving.

Not being able to come up with a single good idea, I begged him a second time and a third time in the span of a week. Getting rejected... and extending the imprisonment of my dick until the end of the spring semester. I ended up faking illness around Thanksgiving just so I could stay on campus and avoid the possibility of being found out.

After my third defeat, I really started to focus on my training, hitting the gym two to three times a day. I spent all the extra time I would have used flirting with chicks and getting into their panties to hit the team weight room, no matter the time of day. These solo sessions were really the only time I could workout without getting harrassed by a teammate, getting dicks and balls slapped against my face... or trying to avoid getting pantsed in the middle of a set. My efforts were really starting to pay off.

My lightly muscled chest and arms first started showing improvement. I went from a lightly muscled 37 inch chest to a beefy 45 inches. Soon after, I started to notice muscle bulk in my hips, legs and glutes. Even fully dressed my tits and ass I could really see my gains. It was about this time that Andrés started waving his dick at me even more, commenting on how juicy my ass and titties were getting and how he should let me fuck him.

My training torments switched from having my teammates try to pants me, exposing my caged dick to groping my pecs and ass. "No Dick's finally blossoming into a woman," they would shout any time they grabbed a handful of my pectorals. "Just feel just how big her titties are getting."

After being pushed into a corner almost constantly.. naturally, I had decided to start to finally start fighting back. It was a little stupid of me to attempt this, ultimately being one person fighting against a team of 20 wrestlers. Coach Thomas would hear the fight start and immediately break it up after he felt I had been sufficiently rought up. I realized I just could not win. I just needed to keep my head down and keep quiet until the cage came off.

First week of December, Coach Thomas called me into his office.

"Ellis. Sit," he commanded, pointing at a chair. "I admit, you have done good work sticking to the program. Yes, the cage is helping, but I can see you are sticking to the meal plan and going well beyond what's required for weight training. Your progress has impressed me and the rest of the coaching staff. Keep what you're doing and you just might be good enough to make varsity this spring."

I couldn't help but blush and thanked coach. I felt like my own father had just paid me a compliment. The past three months of being put in the cage on and the near-constant humiliation in front of the entire wrestling department just faded away.

"Although you're proving yourself to be one of my best wrestlers, I have noticed you starting fights in the locker room. I can't have you injuring your teammates," he evenly spoke to me. "I know aggression is running high, you guys have abstained from sex for three months now. The program is ending this Friday and I've already informed the other guys on the team that the sex ban is over. Unfortunately, based on your earlier actions, you aren't eligible for release for another seven months. However, since you've significantly improved on multiple performance metrics, I want to offer you the opportunity to prove you've fully committed yourself to the team and our success, removing your cage."

My heart leaped. I almost thought I was hallucinating.

"So are you interested?" Coach Thomas said, leaning across his desk. "This challenge will not be easy and once you tell me you accept the challenge, the cage will stay on until you complete it... even if it takes you until the fall semester to complete it. From that point forward, there will be no backing out."

That glimmer, that feeling... the promise of freedom. I started to daydream about succeeding immediately, then skipping class to spend the next three days catching up on all the pussy I've missed out on for the past four months.

Coach Thomas snapped his fingers, pulling me out of my fugue. I quickly agreed, nodding. "Yes Sir. I accept the challenge."

Coach Thomas grinned and pulled out a file folder with my name on it. "This is your wrestling program file, containing your contact info forms for the team. Since this challenge goes against the rules I've set for the team, you must sign this addendum to your scholarship agreement. All it states is that you accept the Coach Thomas challenge and that you will be held accountable to the new program. This will replace the form you signed at the beginning of the semester."

I quickly slapped my signature on the paperwork, returning it to him in seconds. My mind was racing with thoughts of pussy and blowjobs flooding my mind.

Coach Thomas grinned and picked up the phone. "Yes. Come to my office now."

"The test begins immediately, Ellis. Strip." Thomas commanded.

I stood up, pulling off my shirt and shorts, exposing my heavily muscled physique, feeling the cool air of coach's office on my body. I slid my thumbs underneath the waistband of my jockstrap, stopping to think, not knowing who was coming into the office. I decided to keep some dignity, leaving it on.

Just as I was sitting back into the chair, Coach Thomas corrected me. "Everything comes off, Ellis. Only thing you are to wear is your cage." I stripped off my jock and started back towards my chair. "Kneel on the floor Ellis. This is you proving loyalty and humility to the team."

At that moment, the thought that something fucked up was about to happen finally crossed my mind, my fantasies for the evening quickly crumbling. Soon after, Coach Williams appeared around the corner, leading four of my teammates into the room. The six men stood in front of me, glancing down on my fully naked form.

The assembled crowd consisted of my two coaches and four teammate, consisting of both co-captains, Caleb and Victor, my roomie Andrés, and Liam - the team jokester and the asshole that started the No Dick nickname. Coach Williams shut the door once the last man entered the room and took his place next to Coach Thomas.

"Jakob Ellis, you have entered into a contractually binding challenge to prove your true worth to the team and earn the right to be considered a man again," Coach Thomas evenly spoke, making direct eye contact with me. "The documents you have signed states that you agree to the challenge and accept that your release will be contingent upon completion of this challenge. Your freedom relies solely on this challenge. You may not back out of the challenge now that you have accepted it."