Wresting Team Gone Wild

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 12: The awakening of the hole

You can say what you want about Travis but no one could deny that he was committed to the Wolves. Although disgusted by the view of my bare ass covered with the fresh jeez of our teammates, he did try to follow the Coach's instructions and rub his dick against me to get a boner.

Having your former best friend attempting but failing to get hard on top of you while your own dick is fully erected and dripping with precum, that is just something you do not forget.

Coach Ranson, on edge after his fight with Alberto, was getting mad at Travis:

"Come on, Lee, this is not that hard!"

Pun intended? I wondered.

After ten minutes of pure awkwardness, the Head Coach lost his patience and pushed Travis aside. He fell down on his ass.

"Just look!" Coach Ranson barked.

I should not have been surprised, Coach Ranson would often participate in some of the exercises and go on the mat with us to show us the proper way to do a move. Still, I did not expect that I would feel his tiny short (but huge bulge) rubbing against my bare ass in front of the whole team.

At this point, even Daniel - who had always supported the Head Coach - seemed uncomfortable.

"See, I just have to create enough friction."

Coach Ranson humped my ass, just like the other athletes did before him.

"So, I can get a solid hard-on."

He kept on humping me and I was feeling his cock stiffening, fast.

"You just gotta get in the zone"

He was rubbing his shaft against my ass crack, or rather, in my ass crack.

"We are all males; our testosterones are driving us. Pure biology. Once we learn to control it, we have the power."

His dick was so fucking big at this stage, probably like Feytons' kind of big.

Because Coach Ranson was not wearing a singlet, at times, I could feel his hard dick poking out of his shorts and coming in direct contact with my bare skin.

He was also holding me in a way where one of his hands was resting against my balls which made me even more self-conscious that I was sporting a hard on.

"Lee. I'm talking to you. Is that clear?"

He said still humping me. His moves were ample and exaggerated, I felt like a sex doll that he was using. I knew this was for the sake of the team and the pure demonstration of a new wrestling exercise but I could not help thinking that something was wrong.

I heard Travis mumbling a shy: "Yes, Coach."

"Only when you have decided this is the right time, not your dick, not your balls, when YOU have decided this is the moment, then you ejaculate. You throw your opponent off!"

Immediately matching his words with action, Coach Ranson's exposed cock -- it had fully come out of his tiny shorts - released a huge amount of cum right on my ass. Some of the wrestlers gasped, and someone, I could not tell who (I was getting jizzed on by my Coach so I was a bit distracted!) left the gymnasium. After the scene with Alberto, this was not good.

Others cheered though, there were some enthusiastic clapping and laughter. I could easily figure where these were coming from...

And what the hell! My dick was still throbbing as the Coach sort of massaged my balls. Wait, really? Was he massaging me? No, he had let go of me. But my dick was definitely hard as a rock! I felt I was about to explode and tried to remain calm. I could not cum in front of the entire team, not again... and not after being nutted on by the Head Coach!

"Not that difficult!" Coach Ranson stated, slapping my big ass. "You just need to be confident with yourself, your own body and sexuality."

"Coach, this is... this is just a lot."

It was Travis speaking; he did not leave then. But he seemed shook.

Doctor Peterson came near the Head Coach who was casually readjusting his cock and whispered something in his ear. They moved away a bit but I could still hear glimpses of their conversation.

It did not seem to go well.

"Maybe the hose technique won't be for everyone..." Coach Ranson mumbled in his thick beard after a while, visibly upset.

The name of Alberto was repeated a bunch of times but I could not hear well, the other wrestlers were giggling behind me. Doctor Peterson mentioned the school board with a serious look, something about "not taking too much risks."

"I know, we had said no compromise this year, but we are building something strong here, let's not lose our momentum stupidly."

Doctor Peterson said to Coach Ranson before they both joined us again. My ass was still dripping with cum.

When he spoke again, Coach Ranson explained:

"Lee, visibly, you are not at ease with the hose technique. Although we believe this will constitute an obstacle in your chance of coming at the top this year, we understand that this new method of wrestling, which again, had been imposed to us considering the preparation of our opponents, can be quite challenging."

The Coach made the biggest face of disappointment and exasperation looking at Travis. I would not want to have been in his shoes. Travis was probably hating me as I was the first athlete ever to ejaculate on one of his opponents during an official competition. I was responsible for all of this in a way.

"Consequently, anyone in here who is not comfortable with the hose technique can skip this exercise." The Head Coach marked a pause. "At least, for now. I'm not usually one to authorize my athletes to skip an exercise or to let them judge for themselves, what they should do or not do to maximize their performance, so let me be very clear in the fact that this should not create a precedence. Daniel, Doctor Peterson and myself strongly encourage you to give it a serious try."

"I... I'll try next time Coach." Mumbled Travis. He had never looked that uncomfortable. Poor guy, I thought.

I was not sure that I was being given the same opportunity to skip the exercise, since I was still on my knees on the mat and the Coach was mostly talking to the other athletes. In any case, it would have been very inconsiderate of me to do so given that we were all in this mess because I had cummed on Strafer in the first place!

I just had to take it.

Most of the wrestlers still went with the exercise, with more or less passion. Coach Ranson seemed satisfied that his team had stuck by him. Maybe Travis was about to become the odd man out, instead of me. I did not know whether I wanted to patch things up with him at this point.

No need to tell you that Eli and Damian were both particularly eager to go through with the exercise.

As they were already and very visibly hard under their singlets, - drop of precum were showing on both of their singlets -, I asked if I could put back my singlet for them. That seemed reasonable enough, obviously, they did not need any help in getting aroused!

"I don't know Scott." Said Damian. "If you put your singlet back on now, it will be all messy, just look at the guys who just nutted on you, they are bathing in their juice! Well, unless you want that?"

That was true, huge stains of cum were staining pretty much everyone's singlets at this point, as well as the Coach's shorts.

"Of course, I don't want that but... I don't want you on my bare ass either." I complained.

"Wow, that's rude!" Said Eli, who was pretending to be outraged making sure the Coach would hear him. "I thought we were all being treated the same way in this team! So, it's fine for Cory or Amir to jizz on your ass but Damian and I, we are not allowed to? Besides, you're fucking hard, so what are you complaining about?"

"I'd say that having you in the nude creates even more challenge for us at this point but we want to be the best and we, contrary to others, we are ready to make sacrifices!" Damian added. "If we can stay hard while you're butt naked and covered in spunk, it will be a cake walk getting hard during an actual match."

"Calm down, boys. Russel, just revert to your position." Coach Ranson settled.

After receiving what it felt like gallons of cum from the other wrestlers directly on my bare ass, I guessed I could go through a couple more.

Eli grabbed me by the thighs and inserted his hard cock right in my ass-crack, for the first time in my life, I actually felt my ass opening. I was about to complain but the nylon fabric stopped his dickhead to come in direct contact with the inside of my asshole and it reassured me a little. Coach Ranson and the entire team were already on edge and I did not want to create any more tension.

Maybe for everyone else around us, this new session with Eli looked like all the other humpings which preceded but for me, this one felt different. At times, it really felt like Eli's dick was inside of me. But he was not...

I mean...

Maybe just the tip?

No. He could not be!

Although he pretended to be committed to the exercise, Eli did not really try to hold off his cum. He had been hard for hours at this point and I felt the humidity of his precum as soon as he entered my ass... Well, "enter" may be a strong word. He was not in me, per se. Damn, I was confused. I was so exhausted, but also so fucking horny.

What the hell was happening to me?

Eli jerked himself off in my ass-crack pretty roughly and exploded right at the edge of my anus, which was opening itself. The Coach was furious, he intended Eli to control himself for much longer! Sure, Eli was wearing his singlet but there were so much cum and his cockhead was aiming so directly at my asshole that he literally ejaculated IN me.

This time, there was no doubt, I absorbed some of his cum right inside of my asshole! One, two, three, four volleys of jizz, and some more. A fucking explosion inside my ass. The thick liquid was warm. The thin lycra white fabric Eli was wearing could not do anything to retain this amount of cum!

When my mind finally settled on this realization, I could not help myself and finally, I snapped.

"Some went inside of me!" I cried out. I was trembling.

I pushed Eli violently even though he was twice my size. His singlet was all wet and translucent, his thick black cock still dripping, glued to the fabric. I caught some on my hands. God! That thing was everywhere!

I took another look at the situation, and as if I was only being aware of this insane exercise, I yelled: "HE CUMMED INSIDE MY ASS!"

"That's not my fault, Coach! He was the one opening his ass, I was just rubbing myself like you taught us! If he was not so horny, it would not have gone inside! His hole opened on his own."

"I... I WAS NOT... I..."

The words just would not come out. What was I trying to say anyway? This was outrageous.

"That was also gross for me but I did it for the team!" Shouted Eli, visibly pissed off.

Who was he kidding? I was clearly the victim here.

Doctor Peterson instantly came to me:

"Calm down Scott, this is good for you. Remember, semen is protein. It's energy! Gardener just gave you a favour when you think about it."

I was shaking heavily; the other wrestlers were numb. Were they expecting me to thank Eli for cumming in my ass?!

"No... This... Not a favour!" I said, incoherently.

"Russel, snap out of it! Gardener was wearing his singlet. He could not have his dick INSIDE your ass!" Barked the Head Coach, tired of my childish behaviour.

"And look at yourself, fag! You cannot pretend you don't like it!" Tom was standing beside Eli and was grinning at me; He made his snarky comment while pointing his finger at my dick. He still had a big stain of cum on his singlet.

I was utterly shocked when I heard young Tom be so cruel, I was even more shocked when I looked down and saw my own huge cock, pulsing, hard as a rock, dripping with precum, in the full extent of his abnormal elephant size. I could not deny it this time: I had never been this horny in my entire life and I had just told everyone that Eli had cummed inside my ass! Shit, this could not be good.

There was a silence which lasted for a few seconds. I felt like I was about to start crying.

Travis then spoke. Only a few words. Enough to destroy everything that I believed in:

"You're gay, mate."

He said, nodding his head slowly.

A dagger went through my heart. He was not mocking me. He was not calling me a fag. He was not angry. He was just telling me, helping me realize. I was stunned.

"I am not... I did not..." I said, without any confidence to the entire crowd.

The words of Robert de Portier came back into my mind as a flash. He said he knew something about me that I did not know myself. Could it be true? Could I be gay?

The training session had lasted for more than two hours and we had gone beyond our practice's time. I was very lost. Some wrestlers needed to go and Coach Ranson released us but Damian insisted that he did not get the chance to test the hose technique and he wanted to be ready.

The Coach authorized the other ones to go shower and change in the locker-room, as Damian was granted ten more minutes of practice with me to try and control his ejaculation. It was really just about control for him as getting hard was clearly not a challenge.

At this point, it was just Damian, Coach Ranson and I but I was so confused that I was not entirely sure my mind was there. My brain was exploding. I just needed to cum and I could think it through. For the first time in my life, I was questioning myself. Was I liking this? My dick certainly was!

The Head Coach gave me some more of his energy drink to finish the training session. I definitely needed it as I feared that I may faint. This boost of energy felt good although the taste of those homemade drinks was always atrocious.

"Coach Ranson, may I ask for a favour?" Damian said.

"What is it, Feytons?"

"Coach, I know myself. I can get very hard pretty easily. Just look." He grabbed his monster cock in his white singlet. "My cock can be quite intimidating for the other guys. I also control my ejaculation quite easily already."

"What's your point? You were the one insisting to go through this exercise."

"I was just thinking that I'm not sure the way we have been doing the exercise so far will be helpful for me. The reason why it's been so hard for me to cum when Scotty has shown off his ass to us is that, ultimately, even if his ass looks like a good wet pussy, I know he's a dude, a fag and... I don't want to be homophobic but like, for me, it's just hard to nut in circumstances like this."

I did have to twerk or wink with my asshole for long minutes for Damian to finally ejaculate every time we found ourselves in this situation. He also consistently asked me to hide my cock.

But how many times exactly did that happen? Again, I was lost. Was I really regularly letting him cum, checking at my big fag ass?

"Careful with your words Feytons, we do not want to offend Scotty here. He is your teammate and a valuable member of the Wolves. But of course, as much as I support our Scotty here, for us normal straight guys, being comfortable with cumming on a fag requires a certain level of confidence."

They were talking about me as if I was not in the room.

"Exactly! And I know this is the part where I need to make progress, Coach. I think that if one of my opponents is a fag, that could block me... I believe I should learn to cope with that. As you said, we need to be fully exposed to our fears, insecurities and discomforts to overcome them and I want to be the very best!"

"Well, Scotty here is already naked, so I think this is a pretty relevant exercise for you, to confront your insecurities."

"Yes... But I am still wearing my singlet. Ultimately, so the exercise is useful for me, and as much as I hate it, Coach, I think I should be nude as well, like to be really in contact with Scotty and learn to stay hard and to control my ejaculation this way. I'm a bit ashamed to admit it Coach, but I think that I did lose some matches because I did not want to be too handsy with my opponents, thinking that they might be fags. I have to work on that."

What the hell was he talking about? I was not following the entire reasoning but, in the end, I did note that he wanted the both of us to do the exercise in the nude! What the fuck?

"I must say Feytons, I'm impressed." Said the Coach. "Good for you to identify your weaknesses, this shows a level of maturity that quite frankly, I did not know that you had. I did notice how uncomfortable you could be with fags but I'm proud of you for trying to overcome this flaw. Go ahead, then. Take off your singlet."

Damian smiled, happy to hear the Coach praising him. He took off his singlet in a few seconds, revealing his huge monster cock, already wet, already hard, ready to attack me.

Nobody asked for my opinion and I did not give it, I just went back to my starting position, my own dick, still about to explode. To be honest, I was just glad the others were gone, at least, nobody would witness Damian positioning himself on top of me, hard and naked.

Before I could think all of this through, Damian Feytons' stiffed cock was buried in my asscrack and Ranson was coaching him not to cum.

Fuck, doing this exercise bare, that was definitely something else! Feeling his precum pouring down my ass (ounces and ounces of it!), feeling his veiny cock going up and down, pointing directly towards my asshole. One thing for sure, Damian was focusing his humping right on this most sensitive part of my body. I hated myself for it but my anus was opening wider and wider!

Eli was fucking right before; my hole had a life of its own!

After less than a minute of dry humping (was it really just that at this point?), I realized that Damian's intent was not only to remain in my crack, but he was very close from penetrating me. Wait... He was literally about to penetrate me!

"Coach... He... He cannot put it inside!" I mumbled.

"What are you saying my boy?"

"His... His dick... He cannot fuck me with it!"

Maybe the Coach had not a good enough view of the situation. He did not realize how raunchy this exercise had gotten!

"Of course not." The Head Coach said calmly. "Damian would not be able to fuck his opponent during a match so there is no need for him to sodomize you."

No need? What did that mean? Oh yes, the rest of it was necessary for the competition. I was just getting crazy. This was all an exercise. Damian was there to control his ejaculation, the hose technique. Obviously, he would not fuck me!

It was hard to be totally reassured though when it felt like Feytons was getting closer and closer to get his dick inside of me. The horny hunk was moaning like he would always do in his sextapes. Fuck, he was loving this too much!

"Should I cum, Coach? Or... Hmmmm... Should I still control it?"

"You will only cum when I tell you to do so Feytons, is that clear?"

"Clear, Coach. Of course, Coach."

I felt his hand on my dick. What was he doing now?

"You fucking love that!" Damian whispered. With only a few back and forth on my shaft, I was totally over the edge.

"Damian... please... Please stop, I'm gonna cum." I whispered back, semi-moaning.

Why the hell was this man jacking off my dick?! He too had gone insane! Damian Feytons could not be a homo, right? He was probably trying to set me off, to embarrass me in front of the Coach.

As he kept massaging my balls and stroking my cock, I knew that I would not be able to hold on for much longer.

"Coach..." I cried out. "Coach, he is going to make me cum! Please, make him stop!"