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 24: So many ways to cum
I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt something "wet", for the lack of a better word, lying against me. It was spongy, mushy. It was rubbing all over my face.
At first, my mind went towards a dog licking my face. I was still semi-asleep. It felt very sloppy. But there was something hard too.
This thing was thick, I did recognize, it was a cock!
Someone was breathing loudly above me.
I opened my eyes in the darkness. At that moment, loads of cum were poured onto my face. There was no mistake this time, I recognized the smell and the taste of semen as it fell into my mouth, the stickiness too. Fuck, there was a lot of it! It was heavy raining all over me.
My dick was fighting to get hard in my chastity cage but it was firmly trapped and therefore, remained flaccid.
I straightened up, very confused. Victor was there, naked.
I could not see well but it was definitely his shadow and his cock, still hard right after the ejaculation, dripping a few inches from my mouth. I was under the impression that Victor was smiling at me but again, I could not have a great look in the dark.
"Go back to sleep." He whispered to me.
"Vic... What did you..."
"I really needed to cum, bro, did not have any cum rag."
"What..."
"Shhh."
He put his fingers on my lips, rubbing the cum on them.
"Go back to sleep, dude. I'm sorry it woke you up, that was not the plan. I just could not help myself from rubbing my dick against your mouth when I finished myself. But eh, more alpha cum for you, my friend."
He went back to his bed as if it was the normal thing in the world. Granted, he had cummed on my face more times than I could count at this point but never while I was asleep. This could not be ok, right?
In my state of shock, I did not even consider wiping my face. At this point, I was way too paranoid about wasting cum anyway. I needed to ingest as much as possible.
I still thought that I should say something though. I was wrecking my brain about the best way to go about it, but by the time I tried to talk with Victor, he was already snoring heavily in his own bed.
I could barely close my eyes, I was fixating the ceiling, a weird feeling in my stomach. The cum which had not dried yet was slowly running down to my neck. My dick was hurting in my cage. What did I let happen to me?
After a sleepless and confusing night, I managed to talk to Victor in the morning. The conversation went rather painfully.
"Victor, about last night..." I started, shily.
"Impossible to score at that party." He said casually, while he was preparing himself to go shower.
Collecting his stuff, Victor was bending over his bare hairy ass. He had quite a fat bum, not as big as mine of course, but his water-polo's speedos were barely containing his ass during competition. Of course, there, he was not wearing anything at all. I did not let that sight stop me. This time, I needed to say something!
"When you came back in the dorm last night, you..."
"I was totally drunk, mate, did I wake you up?"
"No, you did not. But..."
He finally turned around. His long flaccid dick, that I knew so well, was flapping between his thighs as he was moving.
"What is it, Scott? What do you want to say?"
"You cummed on me, man, on my face!"
He smirked.
"Really? I forgot that we did that but yeah, I can still see the dry cum on your lips. Damn, it seemed like it was a lot. I must have been quite horned up! Hoped it tasted good despite the alcohol."
He laughed it off and put a towel around his waist to go towards the door.
"Dude, I was sleeping!" I said, revolted.
"What do you mean?"
"You cummed on my face while I was sleeping, Victor!"
"Jeez! That's crazy. I was hammered, man." He still had his smirk on his face. "I mean, you could not have sucked my cock properly then, must have been a pretty lame jerk off session... Want to do it right?"
He grabbed his dick and balls through the towel.
"I'm not joking, Vic! How could you cum on me while I was asleep? That's super creepy! That's wrong."
"Come on, it must not have been that traumatic for you or you would have wiped my juice from your face. Don't you think? Besides, you should thank me, you have a training session today. You need to be on top of your game. I just provided you with some alpha energy boost. What do you think your Coach put in those supplements' bottles?"
I knew I would probably lose this battle but for once, I pushed myself to keep my stand.
"That's still not cool, man. It woke me up."
"Listen Scott, the whole thing is blurry for me but surely, I was trying to help you out like we always do. Maybe you even asked for it and you don't remember, sometimes you talk in your sleep."
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't know, man. Sometimes you mumble crazy stuff about sucking big dicks or swallowing cum when you're asleep. Look, dude, if you turn me on while I am coming back from a party, drunk, with blue balls, don't be surprised to end up with my spunk on your lips. It might happen again. I'll try not to wake you up though if this is the things that pisses you off."
I was left speechless and he left the room to go to the communal showers.
Victor left our door wide open and I had to hurry to close it. It was too late, a freshman passing by saw me naked, with my elephant cock locked in the metal cage, and the dried up cum on my face.
For any normal college student, this event alone could have been a humiliation impossible to recover from. But for me, it barely meant anything at this point!
We were now in the middle of April and I had been living with my chastity cage for more than two weeks.
I was no longer disturbed by my erections. I could enjoy the fact that the students and professors no longer looked at my abnormally large bulge every time I would walk into a classroom, but at the same time, the cage had not done anything to calm my horniness.
I was thinking about the moment I would be able to get hard again pretty much 24/7 and the only time I was focusing on something else was when I was on the mat. And barely, even wrestling was becoming less a priority than cumming.
In the locker-room, the other wrestlers were quite shocked when I took off my underwear revealing the cage for the first time.
Contrary to what the Coach had told me, nobody else in the Wolves was wearing one. Tom seemed fascinated but he had not taken the leap to wear one. Damian and Eli thought it was a great idea. Others looked almost scared. Amir and Cory quite noticeably took their distance with me.
Once, maybe a week after I had started wearing the metal cage and when we were alone in the locker-room, a naked Harry Cooper came to talk to me. The senior student seemed concerned.
"Scott, are you ok?"
"Yeah... I'm fine. Why?"
"That thing that you're wearing... I mean... Are you ok with that?"
"Of course, I would not wear it otherwise."
Harry looked around us as if he was afraid that we would be caught talking.
"The Coach is not forcing you to wear that, right?"
His shady behaviour just made me uncomfortable; I did not want anyone to think that I was criticizing the Coach's methods behind his back.
"No, no. It's my decision, Harry. It's fine."
"Ok, then."
He did not dig any deeper and we went on with the work-out of the day. Just like Travis back then, Harry was one to sometimes questioned the Head-Coach. This kind of attitude towards our staff was making me very uneasy, after everything that Coach Ranson was doing for us! This was just wrong.
Although I thought that Harry's concerns were misplaced, and even rude, I had to admit that one thing was getting really disturbing.
As the days went by, I started to look at the other guys' differently. More precisely, at their dicks.
It was as if I was becoming jealous of them, of the fact that they had a cock between their legs. It was a weird thought because I had a cock too, obviously! But seeing Harry's veiny dick moving freely, Eli's big black cock getting semi-hard in the locker-room or Victor's stiffed cock in our dorm, I could not help but wanting that for myself.
I knew that the cage was the best thing for me. Getting hard all the time was making me miserable before. I also knew that I had to stop myself from cumming, but sometimes, I wondered if it was not messing with my brain.
Victor reassured me, it was just the same ersatz concept all over again. I was staring at dicks so I could feel like I had one. It was no big deal, according to him.
As always, my roommate was acting so cool about the whole thing. I felt like I was becoming a complete freak and he just said that I could use his dick as an ersatz for how long I would need to.
But the truth was, I was not thinking and visualizing Victor's dick so much as I was thinking about someone else's...
Slowly but surely, my obsession for Damian Feytons' perfect cock kept on growing. A cock that would not get hard at the slightest breeze but could erect itself to wonders if it was simulated enough. A thick juicy cock of perfect proportions with balls filled with healthy and delicious cum that anyone would be proud to own... or to suck!
