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.
Please be aware that 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 23: Locked in
I thought about it at length and I figured that my best option was to confess myself to the Head Coach. He would probably learn about my accident through Francis anyway, besides, everything has been recorded and was already posted on the Onlyfans page. He would find out soon enough...
Coach Ranson was surprisingly very cool about me cumming without his permission.
I mean, this was still a big deal but he did not get mad at me or anything. To reassure him, I told him that I had swallowed Damian and Victor's loads the same day and also re-ingested my own cum. That helped.
"I realize how tough it is for you not to cum." He spoke, being sympathetic. "I wish we could do things differently but the results are clearly there, son. You are more focused, aggressive, manly than ever before! I have rarely seen, if ever, such a talented wrestler. I think this is proof that the methods implemented so far work and there is no way we can stop the protocol now. Not even talking about the effect it could have on your cravings for alpha males' cum."
"I don't crave cum..." I tried to correct, unconvincingly.
"Not yet..."
"Doctor Peterson told me that he could get me to participate in a clinical trial. When? Coach, not cumming, swallowing other guys cum, this is becoming really disturbing. And my cock is freaking hard, all the damn time! I don't want to whine or complain, I promise, this is just really starting to drive me crazy."
For once, the Head Coach did not sigh or get annoyed.
"I understand, Scott. To tell you the truth, I have started to get complaints from the university as well. Some of the professors have come up to the dean, they were not too happy with having a horned-up teenager with the cock of a horse, what am I saying, a damn elephant, wandering around in their classrooms. Apparently, it was distracting and lewd. Some girls were scared."
I got red, this was so embarrassing.
"You told me that no one cared..."
"It turned out some people do care, Scott. What do you want me to say? I cannot control the minds of the stupid people who do not comprehend what we are doing here. But don't worry about that, as long as you're leading the championship scoreboard, the university will stand up for you. You're a star, Scott. You can do whatever you want, including being hard 24/7!"
He was saying that I could whatever I wanted but ironically, I had never felt like I had so little agency in my life.
"Still... I don't want the teachers or other students to feel weird around me..."
"Well, if you did not have this humongous cock to start with, things would be much easier!"
"Coach... I... I'm starting to get worried. It is not even about the way other people view me, I don't really care about that anymore. It's just that..."
I took a deep breath. I was touching upon something really deep inside of me but I did not have the proper words to verbalize it.
"What is it, boy? Just tell me. You know you can tell your Coach everything."
"Sometimes, I just feel like I don't recognize myself anymore. I mean, all I think about is cum. Not cumming, getting cum on, or inside of me. I think about wrestling too, a lot, but the two are so much intertwined now. I'm afraid I might turn gay, or just, become a freak. It's not just in my head, everybody looks at me differently now. I am the cum stick, that's what everyone is calling me, that's my identity..."
"Shhh... Calm down, Scott." The Head Coach came closer to me and put a firm but reassuring hand on my shoulder. I was starting to freak out and move nervously.
"What you are experiencing is perfectly normal, son. You are going through a certain number of changes in your body, you are also under a lot of pressure with the competitions, all eyes are on you. Any young man your age would be overwhelmed. But think about it, the season is almost over, in less than two months, you will be on top of the world! This summer, you will be free to relax on your diet and on everything else, I'm sure that looking back, you'll just be proud of what you have accomplished. But in the meantime, you have to give that last ditch effort! You cannot ruin everything we have built so far. It would mean that all your sacrifices until now have been in vain."
"It's not that I want to quit, Coach... It's just... It's really hard sometimes."
"Making history is never easy, my boy, but this is what you are doing now, breaking records, getting your name out there!"
He hugged me warmly and I felt my big cock, still relentlessly hard, pressing against his thigh.
"Thank you, Coach."
"We're not done here, Scott."
I was getting my back pack, thinking I would leave the Coach's office. The incident of me cumming during my shooting with Damian had been dealt with, what was more to talk about?
"You really thought I was going to let you in this state, miserable, dealing with that uncontrollable monster cock of yours?" Coach Ranson asked me with a grin.
"What do you mean, Coach?"
"You must know that your Coach would come up with a solution for you! I have been wrecking my brain all week-end, as soon as the video of you got release on the Wrestling Team Gone Wild page."
"You have already seen it?"
"Of course, I have to keep track to make sure Francis is not going too far with you. I told you I would always have your best interests in mind."
I thought about the other things I did on that video, sucking Damian's cock... Well, I did not really suck it, I just let it go in my mouth, it was not the same thing. The Coach did not seem to care about that, apparently, we were not going too far.
Frankly, I was a bit reassured: even after seeing the video, the Coach did not call me gay or anything like that.
He was looking for something in one of his drawers, after a few seconds, he got a weird device out.
I had never seen something like that, it was a weird metal thing in a form of a tube but also looked like a cage. There was a small lock on it.
"Is not that great?" The Coach asked me, excited.
"I... I'm not sure to follow. What is it?"
"The solution to all of your problems!"
He handed me the piece of metal. What the hell was that? It felt cold in my hands. Weirdly I could see it had sort of the shape of a flaccid dick. Wait...
"Coach... Is it... For my dick?" I asked, astonished.
He smiled largely.
"Genuis, is not it!? I have witnessed first-hand how much you've been struggling with non-cumming, how this constant hard-on had become such an issue. You told me yourself that your hard throbbing cock was becoming the main inconvenience in your life."
I gave him back the cage immediately, it was like I was suddenly afraid that this atrocious thing would poison my hands.
"Coach, you don't want me to...?"
I could not finish my sentence; it was just unthinkable.
"Put it on! Of course, I do. I mean, I think this would be the best option for you but you are the one making the call, here. I would never force you into doing something you are not okay with. You know that."
"I cannot lock my dick in there! I mean, it's simply too small, it would hurt..."
"Always so dramatic, eh? You really think they would have allowed this to be sold if it could damage your dick. It is perfectly safe and harmless. It is actually pretty common in some cultures. Among religious groups, it is quite normal for men to wear chastity cages until they have found a suitable lady and get married."
"A chastity cage...?"
"That's how it is called, but it's just a name, no need to ponder about that. It can serve numerous purposes. Basically, when a guy wants to avoid unwanted erections but still wishes to maintain his testosterone at a high level, he locked his dick and... Tada! The schlong remains flaccid and the individual can take back control, he decides when and where he wants to have erections. Would not you dream of that sort of control?"
My dick was still painfully hard under my jeans...
"Of course, I would! But that seems so extreme."
"Why? I just told you; it is more common than you think. I bet a lot of friends in your highschool had this thing on and you did not even notice."
I seriously doubted that.
"But how can you be sure it does not hurt?"
"The only thing it does is preventing your dick from getting stiffed. Nothing harmful in that, on the contrary. At first, you might feel a slight discomfort but I can tell you, this discomfort is nothing compared to what you must be feeling right now, having your dick hard all the time and ready to burst. And after a while, you will no longer notice a thing. Imagine being able to wander around without hiding your monstruous cock!"
This was tempting. I did consider that one of the main reasons that I was becoming mad was the fact that I had to think about my dick 24/7.
"What about the training sessions, the competitions?" I asked. "People will see!"
"As for the competitions, we would get it off, obviously. You need to be hard for those, we want your opponents to feel that massive piece of meat against them. As for the training sessions, this is no problem at all, in fact, a couple of other guys might be caged too. Tom seemed interested when I talked about that with him, he had always had issues with his premature ejaculations."
I was looking at the damn thing, it still seemed so freaking small. Everything the Coach was saying made sense, it was true that I was starting to hate how my dick was hard all the time, and to feel shame any time I would slip-up and cum, but that cage... My abnormally long dick would simply never fit.
"Listen, Scott. I will never lock that thing on you if you're not fully on board. But in my opinion, what is extreme is going around looking like you are about to explode any minute. Who does that, besides you? Honestly, you look like a pervert for most people. My only regret is not to have suggested this to you sooner, I've seen you struggling so much already..."
"Like a pervert.... But I thought you said..."
"I mean, I thought you would get a grip over your dick at some point! I thought you would be able to achieve some sort of control by yourself. But clearly, you are incapable of that."
"It's just the supplements, they...."
