Burn For Glory Pt 01

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Burn for Glory - Part One

Welcome to Part One of this story. It's a raw and unflinching dive into the heart of ambition, love, and the sacrifices. Expect a collision of passion and pain where pursuit of glory comes at a cost. This is a tale of fire. The kind that fuels us, consumes us, and sometimes burns everything down.

By Sinfantasy

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Chapter 1: The Quiet Before

The early morning sun filtered through the kitchen window of the Daniels' modest home. Elena stood at the counter with her dark hair set loose over her shoulders. She had a simple nightie on. The golden light illuminated her alluring figure. She hummed softly while slicing apples for her smoothie.

Caleb shuffled in with a towel around his waist. His hair still wet from the shower. There was a small limp in his steps. A remnant of an old injury that had changed the direction of his life. The familiar sight of his wife still made him pause. He started the coffee machine while his eyes kept drifting towards Elena's curves.

Elena glanced over her shoulder with a playful smile. "You're gonna burn a hole through me if you keep staring, Coach," she teased.

Caleb chuckled. "Can't help it, El. You are still as beautiful as the day we met for the first time."

She laughed. "You're not that old, Cal. Come on," She tossed him a slice of Apple.

He caught it mid-air and popped it into his mouth. "Good aim," he said.

"See, you are still as good as in your prime," she teased.

He hugged her from behind and leaned on her shoulder. "We should wrestle sometime," he said. He reminisced about the time when she used to play a mock wrestle with him before his injury.

"Me? On the mat?" Elena turned and locked her arms around his neck. "I'd pin you in ten seconds, and you know it. You should join me in a yoga session instead."

He unlocked her arms and stepped back with a shake of his head. "Not gonna happen."

She showed a mock frown. "Same here. You can wrestle with your trainees all day long."

"Speaking of trainees, the regional tryouts are starting today. Will you be there?" He asked with hesitation.

This was an emotional topic for Caleb. Regional tryouts were a starting point for the glorious Golden Grappler Trophy awarded to the national winner. Caleb had been obsessed with winning that trophy all his life. His father had won the first ever Golden Grappler. He had trained since childhood to win it for himself. He had almost made it to the finals when an unfortunate accident robbed him of his wrestling career.

After a year of therapy, both physical and emotional, he started his career again as a wrestling coach. His obsession with the trophy had continued for the last ten years. He dreamed for one of his trainees to win it for him. However, his team had never reached beyond the District level events. Every year he went through the same cycle of hope and disappointment.

"Of course, I will be there. Have I ever missed any games of your team?" She asked as she reached out to him.

"Yah, you would never miss a chance to show off in your tights and fitted tops." He grunted.

"You know I still turn heads at the gym, right?" She leaned close to him. "Besides, you love it when I show off, don't you?" She asked playfully.

He held her close. "I won't deny that." His usual smile was missing, though.

"Why are you so tense, Cal?" She asked with worry.

His grip tightened slightly. "Yeah, that kid's got me on edge. Too damn stubborn for his own good." He sighed in frustration. "Wish he'd listen half as well as you do."

Her fingers traced the stubble along his jaw. "Are you talking about Tyler? Give him time, Cal. He'll get there."

Caleb shook his head. His eyes landed on his photo from his wrestling days. The Golden Grappler Trophy was in the background. A short pain shot through his right knee. His doctors had told him it was imaginary, like a fantom pain. He agreed with them. It was a constant reminder of the opportunity he had missed. The pain had accompanied him all these years, keeping his dream alive of holding that trophy. Just like his father did once.

"You don't understand, El. I just want... I want Tyler to..." He sighed again but did not complete his thoughts.

Elena had grown used to such outbursts over the years. But there was something different since Caleb had found Tyler. He had been obsessed with the kid since the first meeting. Tyler was a typical spoiled brat a year ago. Rich and unruly. He had mellowed down a bit since Caleb got him into wrestling. Caleb thought that Tyler had changed, but he had simply learned to act more rational.

She had a feeling that Caleb saw his younger self in Tyler. She did not agree, though. Tyler was nothing like Caleb in his younger years. In fact, they were polar opposites. If Caleb was a boy scout, Tyler was a delinquent. Caleb had always been more orthodox and traditional, while Tyler was a free spirit. That kid did not even share Caleb's passion for wrestling. It was wrong to call Tyler a kid. He was almost nineteen years old. But Caleb saw all his trainees as his own kids...

"What are you thinking about, El?" Caleb asked with concern.

His question broke Elena's drifting thoughts. Yet, her concern remained. The one she rarely dared to voice. She could never understand his hesitation to have kids of their own. It had been years since she had stopped her fitness modeling career, but he had not budged. Talking about kids always led to long-drawn conflicts. She had been too patient with Caleb over the years, but he was still stuck in his past. His accident and loss of his dream still ruled his life. So much so that he had forgotten their shared dreams of married life together.

However, this was not the time to think over it. Her mood shifted as she sensed Caleb's deep-seated anxiety. He needed her again. A different kind of warmth entered her gaze.

"Oh, I was thinking about what could help you relax," she said with a finger on her chin.

"Don't tease me, El. We don't have time." He protested.

She had a coy smile on her lips. "Why don't you enjoy your coffee while I take care of your stress?" She whispered and dropped to her knees.

A simple tug was enough to drop his towel. She held his semi-hard cock in a tight grip. It was the object of her affection and her delight. "Do your trainees look at me when I am there, Cal?" she teased.

Caleb loved the role plays. It was the quickest way to get him off. He groaned as his cock started to swell in her hands. "Yes, all of them."

"Have you found any pictures from my modeling days in their lockers again?" she asked in a husky whisper.

"All the time, El. They try their best to hide your magazine cutouts, and I pretend not to notice them." He hissed.

"But you like it, don't you?" she whispered.

"Yes, I do." He groaned as she swallowed his cock whole. Her throat muscles closing on his full length.

He whimpered in delight. She had been using the same fantasy against him since the time he had confessed it to her. He had no complaints, though. It had reignited their sex life in recent times.

"Those sneaky bastards can dream all they want, but you are mine." He growled.

Elena looked up to him as she started bobbing her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowed as she started sucking on his cock with gusto.

"Oh god. I am close, El," he whispered.

She continued sucking on his cock hard. She pulled back a bit and started to run her tongue along his frenulum. He loved it when her tongue played at the base of his cockhead. Pleasure overwhelmed him as he started shooting his cum in her mouth.

She pulled out his cock and started jerking him off to take his cum on her face. She closed her eyes and let her hands guide his cock to paint her.

Caleb loved the sight of her covered in his cum. Some landed on her chin, some on her eyelashes, and the rest smeared on her cheeks. A few drops even landed in her hair.

His knees buckled as his orgasm subsided. He leaned on the kitchen counter for support. Her image covered in his cum still drove him wild.

She continued to suck his cock until she got every last drop of his cum. Then she released it with a loud pop and landed a final kiss on his cockhead.

"You're too good to me, El," he groaned while catching his breath.

"I know. Now hurry up, or you will be late." She shooed him away while licking her fingers clean.

He gulped down his coffee in one go and smiled at her. "You always know how to cheer me up, El." He offered her a napkin to clean her face and then rushed back to their bedroom.

Elena was in no hurry to clean up. She stood and rested her back against the kitchen counter. "Go get 'em today. And don't yell at Tyler too much. He's trying." She called behind him.

Caleb grinned back at her. "No promises on the yelling," he said. "But I'll try to keep it under control. For you."

She rolled her eyes and then used her finger to gather his cum from her face and swallowed it.

Caleb stopped in his tracks. He was about to turn back when she threw a napkin at him.

"Hurry up, Coach. I'll see you at the gym." She reminded.

As Caleb headed for the bedroom door, she returned to her smoothie. He was ready to face the chaos of the day. Elena would be there in the bleachers to cheer for him and his team. Little did he know the storm was coming, and he was going to be the catalyst.

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Chapter 2: The Defeat

The small-town school gymnasium pulsed with energy. The air was thick with sweat and the intense energy of a wrestling match. Nineteen-year-old Tyler Reed's eyes were locked on his opponent, Jake "The Hammer" Thornton. The regional qualifier match was slipping from his grip, and yet he was calm. He was more interested in dissecting Jake's explosive style and aggression than giving his all to win.

Tyler's coach, Caleb, was seething in rage from the sidelines. Tyler's almost detached mindset irritated him to no end. "What the hell is he doing now?" Caleb wondered.

"Keep your hips low, Tyler!" Caleb barked.

Tyler scoffed under his breath. He ignored the jeers from the crowd, just as he ignored Caleb's hoarse shouts. Caleb's drills felt like relics from an old school. They were useless against someone as relentless as Jake. He needed something different, something of his own. Caleb would rant and rave again, he knew, but he had to try. He coiled his legs like springs in anticipation of Jake's aggression.

Tyler's instincts were sharp for a wrestler with only a year under his belt. His lean frame was packed with surprisingly dense muscles and explosive power. He often compensated for lack of experience with creative, unorthodox moves. However, it wasn't working against Jake's brute force.

"Still dreaming, pretty boy?" Jake taunted Tyler. He appeared relaxed but lunged forward in the next moment.

Tyler sidestepped, but not fast enough. Jake still managed to hook his arm around Tyler's leg. Tyler escaped the hold at the cost of crucial points. Winning was out of the question now, but he still wanted to reduce the point margin and soften the blow.

Jake's smile widened at Tyler's defensive posture. He had Tyler exactly where he wanted him. The next minute or two passed in a blur of frantic motions. Finally, Jake managed to grab Tyler in a pin.

Elena watched the match from the bleachers. Her nervous gaze shifted constantly between Tyler and Caleb. She'd never seen her husband so worked up over a trainee's loss. Her green eyes flickered with intense concern as she watched the action with bated breath. Caleb may not like Tyler's unique approach, but Elena admired his creative spirit.

She had a lot of Ideas on how Tyler could improve his advantage. However, she knew better than meddling in Caleb's coaching. He was too stubborn and orthodox for experimentation and accepting help. Her fingers tightened against the railing in hope for another unorthodox move from Tyler.

Tyler caught her gaze through the haze of his struggle. Her eyes bore into him until he looked away. Her tight yoga pants hugged her firm curves, and her fitted tank top clung to her full breasts. Her dark hair was tied into a high ponytail. They swayed with each nervous shift. He cursed himself for the distraction.

Tyler's bedroom was filled with Elena's most provocative pictures from her modeling days. She was his fascination and a secret crush. His heart fluttered even as he was pinned to the mat in shame. His muscles were strained as he tried to escape once again. He felt even worse when he could not escape the hold. Yet, despite the awkward position and pain, a forbidden heat stirred in him. The pull was undeniable.

SLAP! The referee's hand hit the mat. The cracking sound sealed Tyler's defeat. The crowd's collective sigh mirrored the sudden void in his stomach. He scrambled to his feet and brushed off his singlet. His head bowed as Jake raised a triumphant fist.

Elena's chest tightened at Tyler's loss. She could see Caleb anger surging, this was bad. Tyler's defiance was not helping the situation. His shoulders stayed squared despite the loss like it did not matter to him.

She wanted to call out Tyler to tell him he'd fought well, but hesitated. Caleb would not like that. She wished Caleb to appreciate the unpolished creativity in Tyler but knew it would never happen. Her concern deepened for both the boy and her husband.

On the sidelines, Caleb's face was a storm cloud. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles ached. The phantom pain in his knee flared again as if mocking him. Tyler's loss wasn't just a match gone wrong, the boy had not even fought hard. It was a direct disrespect to all the efforts he had invested in Tyler. The Golden Grappler Trophy felt further away than ever.

His father's voice echoed from years past. "You fight to win, Caleb. Anything less is failure." A lesson he had failed to teach Tyler.

Pete, Jake's coach approached Caleb. "It was a good game, Daniels. He's got quick reflexes. Just needs some discipline."

Caleb nodded at Pete and they shook hands. He did not agree with Pete's words. He wanted to grab Tyler by the shoulders and shake sense into him. Instead, he forced a deep breath. This wasn't over yet. He'd make Tyler understand, no matter what it took.

"Where is your focus, Reed? You're throwing it away!" Caleb called.

The words barely registered for Tyler. He was replaying the match in his head. Still trying to pinpoint what he could have done differently.

Ken, a lanky junior, clapped Tyler's shoulder. "Shake it off, Ty. You never had a chance against him."

Tyler ignored him and moved on. He knew better than to dignify Ken with a response.

Mark, his teammate, came up beside him. "Cheer up, man. You did far better than any of us expected." He said with his characteristic smile.

Tyler smirked at him. "Tell that to coach," he joked.

"He would chew us out." Mark replied with dread.

Tyler offered him a forced smile. "He will chew me out anyway."

They gathered in the group and continued to watch the next matches.

Tyler wasn't happy with the loss, but the sting of defeat didn't sink in for him. Wrestling was simply a pursuit of mastery. A game of calculated moves and countermoves. He was there to test his limits. A learning experience, nothing more. It was also an effective way to deal with his anger. As Caleb called, he had no will to win.

Why try hard to win? There was nothing to prove to anyone. His parents didn't care about his games. They were far too busy with their own achievements, too consumed by their professional lives, to care about his insignificant struggles. They would rather shower him with money than spend time with him. He was living alone in a big, luxurious house. They rarely visited him.

Tyler was spoiled and loaded since he was young. He always had a string of admirers behind him. It was no surprise that he ended up with rowdy crowds in his teen years. He had done his fair share of misdeeds. It all came to a head when Tyler ended up in a street fight that sent four people to the hospital with multiple fractures. That was the day when Tyler acknowledged his unresolved anger. He dropped his false friends and started cleaning up his act. He did not believe in counseling. His parents had tried that enough times already. He started exploring new avenues to get some help.

While his parents managed to settle the legal matter, Tyler ended up doing community service for a month. That's when he met Caleb. Tyler jumped at Caleb's offer and joined wrestling to channel his aggression. He admired Caleb initially, but it didn't last long. Soon he learned about Caleb's obsession with some golden trophy.

Caleb wanted Tyler to go for National championship. However, Tyler did not share his enthusiasm. He was simply content to spend time on a hobby that offered him some genuine, albeit solitary, joy. He was not interested in committing to a single sport full-time.

He could have played along with Caleb just to appease him, but Caleb was not happy with simply sharing his dream. He wanted Tyler to play like him, think like him, act like him. This was too much. Tyler simply refused cooperate since then.

Caleb had surprisingly backed down after their initial confrontation. That was the only way to save their strained coach-trainee relationship from ending right there.

Caleb's voice cut through the noise and Tyler's chain of thoughts. He was calling for a post-match huddle. Tyler knew what was in store for him. He wasn't interested in the same old sermon from Caleb. He slipped out of the gym, seeking the quiet comfort of his own space.

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Chapter 3: The Game

Caleb lay sprawled naked across the bed in silence. The dim glow of the bedside lamp showed the frustration on his face. Tyler had skipped the huddle again, and he had no way to get through to that hardheaded boy.

Elena walked out of the bathroom in her silk robe. She could feel the simmering anger behind her husband's quiet facade. The events of the day were fresh in her mind. She wanted to pacify Caleb and try to defuse the tension between him and Tyler. She removed her robe and slid beside Caleb. Her green eyes glinted with knowing intensity as she cuddled him from the side.

"What got you so worked up, handsome?" She purred.

"He's losing his edge, El," Caleb muttered. His jaw tightened as he recalled Tyler's defiance. "That kid has no respect for anyone, nor does he have a fire to win."

Elena propped herself on an elbow. Her full breasts pressed against his ribs. "He feels alone, Caleb. No one's in his corner to cheer him on. You saw his parents tonight? Oh wait, you didn't. Because they're never there."

He sighed. "Yeah, rich folks. His parent did not even show up when he was arrested. Unbelievable."