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 17: The physical
"Ok, I'll do it."
I said to Damian as we were waiting in the corridor to be called by Doctor Peterson. Coach Ranson had asked us to go through a mandatory physical for the new semester.
"What are you talking about?" Damian grumbled. He had not said a single word to me in a week.
"The videos for the page... The x-rated page." I whispered.
"So, you changed your mind?"
"I'm still not comfortable with that but I know it's important for you and..."
"Bullshit, you just don't want Francis to leak the video of your hole being filled with cum!"
"Shut up!" I said, panicking. A girl near us raised an eyebrow. "Please, Damian!"
"Ok, ok... Look, I don't see where the big deal is. You clearly love cocks and mine is fucking thick and delicious. So instead of pretending you are doing me a favour, just thank me to agreeing that I'm even doing this with a fag."
After a week of going back and forth on my decision, listing the pros and cons, getting barely any sleep, Damian's attitude was only making me go back to my initial refusal. I think that he noticed because he cooled off a bit.
"Scott, I gotta say, I was very disappointed with the lies. Not only about the 3K. You knew about the page and you thought it would be better if you deal with that on you own instead of talking to me or to anyone in the team. We were all concerned! We were all featured in it!"
"I know... I'm sorry."
"Lucky for you, I'm no drama queen such as yourself so I'll get over it. But no more lies."
"Of course. And..."
"Feytons, Damian." It was Doctor Peterson, calling him for his physical.
I did not get the chance to mention one of the key points I wanted to see with him.
Initially, I had considered accepting the offer of Francis only if I could make sure beforehand that Damian and I would remain on the same page regarding our limits. Since he had to go, I rationalized that we would have time to go through that later on.
I was called in the doctor's office about fifteen long minutes later. Damian seemed weird when he got out and we briefly exchanged an awkward goodbye.
"Good evening, Russel, come sit on the examination table." Doctor Peterson asked politely.
"Good evening, Doctor."
I sat down; a bit nervous. I had been waiting for a long time.
"Oh... I see you are not used to getting physicals."
"Why?"
"Take off your clothes, Scott. How the hell am I supposed to examine you like this?"
I was wearing a big sweater as it was freezing outside. I took it off, but I had no real illusion that it would end there. I had learned the hard way what the staff meant when they were saying things like "take off your clothes".
I removed my sneakers, my jeans, my undershirt and when I was down to my boxers, I gave the doctor a quick look, and I took them off as well. Doctor Peterson did not react, he just pointed out to the examination table again. I tried not to be too self-conscious about my abnormal size cock dangling between my legs.
When I sat back down, my bare ass was now in direct contact with the table. I noticed it was kind of warm and I realized that Damian must have been there, butt naked as well, only a few seconds before.
Doctor Peterson took a stethoscope and listened to my heartbeat; he then took my blood pressure. I was not sure why I needed to be naked for that part of the exam that but at least, everything seemed ok.
"Nice physic you have." He said, while feeling my pecs a bit. "Stand up, we'll take your measurements."
I first went to the scale, I was now149 lbs. It was perfect for my weight class but I would have to be careful not to gain any more weight. He then measured the width of my biceps, my waist, and my thighs.
Once again, he was very impressed by the size of my glutes, well at first, he said glutes, and then he just said:
"Your fat ass is really something! There was no slip up during the holidays? No sip of alcohol, no chocolate to celebrate Christmas?"
"No, Sir, I am very committed to the diet."
"And what about the ejaculations?"
I was a bit taken aback by the question even though, after all this time, I should not have been too surprised.
"Sir...?"
"Your training and diet protocol involve some nutrition elements, some work-out elements, and some mind conditioning elements such as no ejaculating. You know that."
"The Coach said that the rule about ejaculation was only for before competitions. I thought it was ok to masturb..."
I could not finish my sentence; Doctor Peterson was very annoyed:
"Like a rabbit, you could not help yourself! We have clearly indicated that it was necessary not to cum in the days preceding a competition but we have also given clear guidelines on limiting masturbation and sex to a bare minimum throughout the year. The youth, nowadays! If we do not force you to put on some work, you don't care, there is no effort made. I bet you have been spending days stroking that disgusting elephant cock of yours."
"I.... Doc, I did not... I mean..."
I wish I could contradict him but he was not wrong.
Since I had realized that I could jerk off and cum to straight porn again, I could barely stop myself. It was like I had fallen back into an addiction. The doctor had to understand, as I knew there was a time limit and I would soon be forbidden to cum, I was jerking off like crazy!
The only problem was my roommate, I had the feeling that Victor was staring at me every time I was touching myself. I swore I caught him lurking at me a couple of times. I tried to be discreet, to do it at night, looking at my phone under the covers but I could always feel his gaze. Maybe it was my imagination, but I did not feel like that with Travis.
I also feared that Victor might have caught on the fact that I was letting the cum dry on my skin instead of wiping it. Obviously, I was just following the wrestling staff's instructions but I was not sure my roommate would understand.
Maybe I should not have cared that much as Victor had no problem jerking off in our room. He was even weirdly confident about it. He would just sit on his chair or lie in his bed and wank his cock, even when I was in the room, without a porn or anything.
Sometimes, it almost felt like he was jerking looking at me, not mentioning that he was pretty much naked 24/7 in our room.
At first, I did not want to say anything because I desperately needed us to get along. Damian had compensated Travis' absence for a bit but now, even him was no longer talking to me. Victor was the only adult who was not a teacher or a coach whom I was talking to regularly, I could not mess that up.
One week had gone by and at this point, it was a bit too late to go back on that nudity thing. At least, Victor was nice to me.
To jerk off in peace, the night before my physical, I went to do it in the communal showers. It was not super intimate but we did have separate stalls. I jacked off under the shower, as usual stroking my large dick with my two hands. I was distracted by the other guys showering or teasing each other in the bathroom but I did end up releasing a thick load of white cum right in my hands. I was picturing my new crush blowing me, an Asian girl with big boobs in my social sciences class.
But I had not thought this through!
In my bed at night, I could let the cum dry on my abs, but what could I do there? I was about to wash my hands under the running water when I heard the voice of Coach Ranson scolding me in my head. I weirdly panicked, realizing that all my precious cum would go to waste in the drain! In the heat of the moment, I saw only one way out: I brought my fingers which were covered with jizz to my mouth and I actually tasted it.
It felt fucking weird! Not disgusting, though. But definitely strange.
"That's what I thought..." Doctor Peterson commented in response to my incoherent mumbling following his question on masturbation.
"I have not jerked off that much." I lied.
He chuckled.
"Sure... I'll believe you. Did you at least swallow your sperm to maintain your level of testosterones?"
"Yeah..." This was not that much of a lie.
"The truth, Russel. Please."
"I mean, sometimes I do eat it (well, one time...) but most of the times; I let it dry on me, it is basically the same thing, no?"
"Not quite, but it is better than nothing. Actually, the best thing to make sure that you get all the proteins you need is to ingest the semen in various ways, so your entire metabolism is covered."
I wondered what other ways could there be but he continued talking.
"I gotta say, Scott, I am a bit disappointed knowing that you jack off like an animal, with no will over your pulsion and not even swallowing your own juice. I thought you were more committed than this to your sport, Coach Ranson is always so complimentary about your dedication and performances. You have to know that the second half of the season is always the most challenging. The other wrestlers will be at the top of their game."
"I am committed... I... It's just the cum stuff, that's weird."
"Why?"
"I'm not gay, doc." That time, and for the first time in weeks, I was almost certain of it.
"And so, what? Neither are 99% of the professional athletes and they still drink semen every day. You don't act all weird when you eat eggs or chicken. It serves the same purpose. You can eat dead animals for the sake of getting your body the adequate amounts of proteins, but you cannot drink your own juice? If you were to ask me, in some way, swallowing cum is less strange than feasting on processed meat from dead animals."
"I guess..."
"We'll talk about it with your Head Coach. Can you just assure me that you have not ejaculated today?"
"No, sir!" I felt weirdly proud, this was definitely not a lie.
"Perfect. It should be pretty easy to provide me with a sample then."
He brought me a little sample bottle. Again, I was taken aback.
