I want Scott to at least get fucked first before he goes on a revenge tour lol
WRESTLING TEAM GONE WILD (Erotic Story)
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Haha obviously we all wanna see that so he can realize being a bottom doesn’t make you less of a man and that his fag pussy will make any man bust harder and quicker than anyone they’ve ever fucked. Then the revenge tour and then him teaching a new round of big assed wrestlers how to embrace their power … with his load of course
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Chapter 16: Deal or no deal (Part 1)
After two weeks spent at my parent’s place, I was finally back on campus. I would get a new roommate for the second semester and I was feeling quite nervous about that. I hoped that he would be cool. I had been so lucky to get paired with Travis during my freshman year. Well, until we split up…
Otherwise, I was feeling much better.
After my visit to the Coach, I noticed that the price of the Wrestling Team Gone Wild Onlyfans page had been increased to 50$ and the account who had sent me the video on Instagram had been blocked. What a relief! As much as I wanted to forget all about the night spent at his place, I had to admit that the Coach had kept his promise to help me.
Damian came to me as I was walking out of my English class.
“Yo, Donkey Scotty.”
“Don’t call me that, dude… What do you want?”
“Sorry, old habit! Don’t get mad already, can you try to be a little more chill for the new year?” Damian put his arm around my shoulders as if I was one of his bros.
“I’ll try if you can be a little less of an ass.”
He smiled.
“I cannot give any guarantee.” He pinched my nipple.
“Ouch!”
“Anyway, I had to find you cause the Coach wants us both in his office tonight.”
“What for?”
“No idea, but it did not seem like we had a choice.”
“Surprising, coming from Coach Ranson! He is usually so keen to let us do whatever we please.”
Damian and I both laughed at my sarcastic comment and we avoided Travis who was walking down the same corridor, alongside Cory. Travis had officially left the team but Coty was still part of the Wolves.
Damian was mocking me at times but it now felt more like friendly teasing than actual hazing or harassment. We were cool with each other. Or maybe I had just accepted that I would always be his beta so there was no purpose in being mad about it.
“We’ll see each other at 6!” He said, following a blonde girl passing by.
“Ok, yes.”
Practice was supposed to start again the following week, once we would have passed our physicals. I wondered what the Coach wanted. Hopefully, this had nothing to do with our last encounter! Every time I tried to rationalize what had happened, I could not figure how I ended up swallowing the Coach’s cum… and how that made me cum myself!
I had a few hours without class and I returned to my dorm room. I was alone most of the time now that I had lost Travis and there was no point in wandering in the corridors.
My room was still empty and I had no info about my potential new roommate. I had been told that given the vacant place in my room, I would probably welcome someone who would find himself without a place to sleep in, at the very last minute.
I lied down in my bed and watched a few wrestling matches on YouTube. When it became boring, I decided to jerk off. For the past few days, things had become more normal with my libido. At the moment, we were not formally forbidden to cum (the next competition would not happen before February) and I had finally jerked off to a straight porn a few days prior. It had not happened in months!
I was starting to feel like myself again. After all these doubts, it seemed like I was straight after all. I had been so shaken up that some doubts remained in my mind but that day, I could watch a girl fingering her wet pussy and that was enough to make me explode! A good sign of heterosexuality, don’t you think?
When I was done, I let my cum dry on my abs as I needed to absorb as much jizz as possible to keep my level of testosterones high. Doctor Peterson would have probably told me to eat it but that was just too gross. Again, pretty straight of me not to want to eat my own cum, right?
At 5:45, I left the dorms to go to the Head Coach’s office. When I arrived, Damian was already waiting in front of the door.
“I did not want to go in without you.” He spoke.
Was he nervous too? That would be a first.
“Let’s go. Maybe they have finally found singlets at our proper size.”
He smiled at my joke and we knocked at the door.
“Come on in, boys.”
Inside, the Coach was not alone. Robert and Francis were both sitting on his respective right and left side, the three of them facing Damian and I. Shit, this could not mean anything good.
“Happy new year my dear athletes!” Robert de Portier exclaimed in his usual flamboyant tone.
“Hi, happy new year!” Damian replied.
“Happy new year everyone.” I said, less enthusiastically.
Francis was looking straight at me. He had an Ipad in his right hand and was wearing a fancy suit. He looked very much as he was about to start a business meeting. What was he doing there? His staring made me uneasy.
“New year, new semester! That’s all great.” The Head Coach grumbled, already showing signs of impatience. “We don’t have much time and I thought this was important for us to have this quick meeting. Sit, boys.”
Damian and I obliged immediately. We were passed the point of noticing when Coach Ranson was addressing us as if we were proper dogs.
“Did we do something wrong, Coach?” Damian asked, defensively.
“No… On the contrary my boys!” Robert replied immediately, seemingly very excited. He was wearing a purple tie and I thought about the supposed good fashion taste of gay guys. Clearly, not all stereotypes were true!
“We wanted to talk to you both about a project which may be beneficial for both the team and for yourself, at a more personal level.” The Head Coach explained. Francis was now taking notes on his Ipad.
“So exciting!” Robert punctuated. He could be so annoying at times!
Coach Ranson brushed him off.
“As you are well-aware, the naked calendar released last month was a big success and everyone is talking about you two specifically. The revenues generated with the sales helped with the fundings of the Wolves team tremendously, even if there are still more effort to be made. We were in so much debts following the disastrous last season…”
Damian seemed clearly excited now. I was more perplex. I had learned to be careful of what could come after too much praising.
“The recognition and popularity of the wrestling team has never been that high! All the other departments are using us as an inspiration for their social media now!” Robert added, very proud of his work as communication director. He did put us on the map, there was no denying.
Coach Ranson conceded one of his rare smiles.
“That’s right. The photographs shot by Francis have been unanimously acclaimed and we all believe it would be a shame to stop there.”
“Sadly, I have not been able to retrieve all the benefice of this success.” Francis commented, speaking for the first time and being the only one clashing with the joyful mood.
“Francis, please. We are not here to complain but to move forward….” Coach Ranson said, rather annoyed.
“Of course, of course…” Francis conceded, still staring mischievously at me.
I knew I was directly targeted by his comment. I was the one who asked the Coach to limit the access to his Onlyfans page and therefore the one responsible of the reduction in Francis’ streams of revenue. The Coach was precisely getting to this subject:
“Anyway, Russel, you already know about it but Feytons, you will be pleased to learn that Francis and Robert have found a way to generate more money for the Wolves. They have opened an exclusive page where never seen before pictures and behind the scenes of the shoots are proposed to subscribers.”
“Like what? An Onlyfans?” Damian asked.
“Exactly.” The Coach replied. “So, you’re familiar with the concept.”
“Of course, everybody is. But is not it for porn?”
“Porn! Such an awful word!” Francis cut-off. “This is just a place to share exclusive content which would be censored on the more mainstream social media. Why do we need to categorize everything?”
Damian got a little red, he did not expect such a strong reaction from the photographer. He looked at me, a bit puzzled, but let the Coach continue.
“As I was saying. A page has been opened earlier this year and it has proven to be quite successful. Sadly, some members of the team have expressed concerns about the content leaking outside of the exclusive page and the consequences of such leaks on their personal lives. Consequently, we were forced to limit the access to this platform.”
The Coach stared at me for so long that he could, just as well, have named me!
“What did you say?” Damian asked me, proving that I was clearly identified as the buzz kill.
“Damian, there were porn videos of me, of us, being shared on Instagram!”
“Of us? When did we shoot a porn?”
“For God’s sake, this was not porn!” Francis explained, visibly very tensed. “We only shared some behind the scenes of a shooting, showing some authentic “after match” fun between team members!”
As I started to respond, the Head Coach yelled: “ENOUGH.”
Everyone shut up instantly.
Looking at Francis, Coach Ranson spoke again:
“I have decided to take those concerns into consideration and this decision is finale.”
His earlier talks with Francis must not have been easy and I was very grateful for the Coach to stand by my side.
“I’m mindful of the models too…” Francis mumbled, crossing his arms.
“Indeed, you are. Boys, Francis has accepted to up the price of his X-rated page quite significantly and to implement strong blocking measures to avoid any future leak. He is even working with a lawyer to make sure the content does not leave the Wrestling Team Gone Wild page.”
“Thank you.” I said awkwardly, trying to mend fences. “I… I really appreciate that.”
Francis relaxed a bit.
“That’s fine…”
“He did have a couple of conditions which I have found to be reasonable.” Coach Ranson continued. “See, Francis is the owner of all the content he shot, and is fully authorized to share it as it pleases him. But to take into account your request, he was forced to spend more money, notably in legal counselling and assistance, and he has lost a great number of subscribers.”
Was the whole point of this meeting to make me feel bad? Because it was definitely working. I thought my request not to share pornographic videos of myself were legitimate! They had to be!
“We did find a common ground to make sure everyone’s interests were preserved and this is the reason why I wanted you both here.”
“But what does it have to do with me? Scotty was the one to complain! I don’t give a damn about the pics being leaked. Everybody loves my dick.”
Robert chuckled nervously at Damian’s comment.
“See.” Commented Francis, apparently making a point. I was the weird one for complaining.
“It happens that you two are the most appreciated athletes featured on the page.” The Head Coach explained.
“Especially when you Feytons, act in a dominant role and you Russel, in a submissive one.” Francis specified, as if this was necessary.
Damian flexed his biceps next to me. He could be such a prick at times. Robert chuckled again like a teenage girl.
“We discussed it at length and we all thought that it would be fair to ask you two to participate in a few more videos, maybe a couple a month for the rest of the semester, so Francis can justify the cost of his page to his remaining fans. Those additional videos would be presented as very exclusive content to the audience and only accessible to a few members.”
“You want more videos from us?” I asked, getting more and more uncomfortable on my chair.
“Yes. But you would not be doing that for free. I have made sure this would be a win-win situation for everyone involved. Francis has accepted to share half of his revenues with both the team and with you personally. 25% of the generated revenues will go for the Wolves, and the remaining 25% will be shared between you two.”
“Wow. You want to pay us!” Damian exclaimed.
The senior had shared dozens of his sextapes online, more or less intentionally, but apparently, he had never been smart enough to understand how to make money out of it.
“Your Coach is a tough negotiator when it comes to the interest of his players.” Francis commented. “But we ended up agreeing on these terms, yes.”
“And don’t you think we should have our say in all of that?” I finally let go some of my frustration. “I mean, we are the first concerned here! That’s my fucking ass being featured!”
“That’s exactly why you’re here. We wanted your opinion.” Robert said in a calm voice, for once.
[Chapter 16 continues below]
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 16: Deal or no deal (Part 1)
After two weeks spent at my parent’s place, I was finally back on campus. I would get a new roommate for the second semester and I was feeling quite nervous about that. I hoped that he would be cool. I had been so lucky to get paired with Travis during my freshman year. Well, until we split up…
Otherwise, I was feeling much better.
After my visit to the Coach, I noticed that the price of the Wrestling Team Gone Wild Onlyfans page had been increased to 50$ and the account who had sent me the video on Instagram had been blocked. What a relief! As much as I wanted to forget all about the night spent at his place, I had to admit that the Coach had kept his promise to help me.
Damian came to me as I was walking out of my English class.
“Yo, Donkey Scotty.”
“Don’t call me that, dude… What do you want?”
“Sorry, old habit! Don’t get mad already, can you try to be a little more chill for the new year?” Damian put his arm around my shoulders as if I was one of his bros.
“I’ll try if you can be a little less of an ass.”
He smiled.
“I cannot give any guarantee.” He pinched my nipple.
“Ouch!”
“Anyway, I had to find you cause the Coach wants us both in his office tonight.”
“What for?”
“No idea, but it did not seem like we had a choice.”
“Surprising, coming from Coach Ranson! He is usually so keen to let us do whatever we please.”
Damian and I both laughed at my sarcastic comment and we avoided Travis who was walking down the same corridor, alongside Cory. Travis had officially left the team but Coty was still part of the Wolves.
Damian was mocking me at times but it now felt more like friendly teasing than actual hazing or harassment. We were cool with each other. Or maybe I had just accepted that I would always be his beta so there was no purpose in being mad about it.
“We’ll see each other at 6!” He said, following a blonde girl passing by.
“Ok, yes.”
Practice was supposed to start again the following week, once we would have passed our physicals. I wondered what the Coach wanted. Hopefully, this had nothing to do with our last encounter! Every time I tried to rationalize what had happened, I could not figure how I ended up swallowing the Coach’s cum… and how that made me cum myself!
I had a few hours without class and I returned to my dorm room. I was alone most of the time now that I had lost Travis and there was no point in wandering in the corridors.
My room was still empty and I had no info about my potential new roommate. I had been told that given the vacant place in my room, I would probably welcome someone who would find himself without a place to sleep in, at the very last minute.
I lied down in my bed and watched a few wrestling matches on YouTube. When it became boring, I decided to jerk off. For the past few days, things had become more normal with my libido. At the moment, we were not formally forbidden to cum (the next competition would not happen before February) and I had finally jerked off to a straight porn a few days prior. It had not happened in months!
I was starting to feel like myself again. After all these doubts, it seemed like I was straight after all. I had been so shaken up that some doubts remained in my mind but that day, I could watch a girl fingering her wet pussy and that was enough to make me explode! A good sign of heterosexuality, don’t you think?
When I was done, I let my cum dry on my abs as I needed to absorb as much jizz as possible to keep my level of testosterones high. Doctor Peterson would have probably told me to eat it but that was just too gross. Again, pretty straight of me not to want to eat my own cum, right?
At 5:45, I left the dorms to go to the Head Coach’s office. When I arrived, Damian was already waiting in front of the door.
“I did not want to go in without you.” He spoke.
Was he nervous too? That would be a first.
“Let’s go. Maybe they have finally found singlets at our proper size.”
He smiled at my joke and we knocked at the door.
“Come on in, boys.”
Inside, the Coach was not alone. Robert and Francis were both sitting on his respective right and left side, the three of them facing Damian and I. Shit, this could not mean anything good.
“Happy new year my dear athletes!” Robert de Portier exclaimed in his usual flamboyant tone.
“Hi, happy new year!” Damian replied.
“Happy new year everyone.” I said, less enthusiastically.
Francis was looking straight at me. He had an Ipad in his right hand and was wearing a fancy suit. He looked very much as he was about to start a business meeting. What was he doing there? His staring made me uneasy.
“New year, new semester! That’s all great.” The Head Coach grumbled, already showing signs of impatience. “We don’t have much time and I thought this was important for us to have this quick meeting. Sit, boys.”
Damian and I obliged immediately. We were passed the point of noticing when Coach Ranson was addressing us as if we were proper dogs.
“Did we do something wrong, Coach?” Damian asked, defensively.
“No… On the contrary my boys!” Robert replied immediately, seemingly very excited. He was wearing a purple tie and I thought about the supposed good fashion taste of gay guys. Clearly, not all stereotypes were true!
“We wanted to talk to you both about a project which may be beneficial for both the team and for yourself, at a more personal level.” The Head Coach explained. Francis was now taking notes on his Ipad.
“So exciting!” Robert punctuated. He could be so annoying at times!
Coach Ranson brushed him off.
“As you are well-aware, the naked calendar released last month was a big success and everyone is talking about you two specifically. The revenues generated with the sales helped with the fundings of the Wolves team tremendously, even if there are still more effort to be made. We were in so much debts following the disastrous last season…”
Damian seemed clearly excited now. I was more perplex. I had learned to be careful of what could come after too much praising.
“The recognition and popularity of the wrestling team has never been that high! All the other departments are using us as an inspiration for their social media now!” Robert added, very proud of his work as communication director. He did put us on the map, there was no denying.
Coach Ranson conceded one of his rare smiles.
“That’s right. The photographs shot by Francis have been unanimously acclaimed and we all believe it would be a shame to stop there.”
“Sadly, I have not been able to retrieve all the benefice of this success.” Francis commented, speaking for the first time and being the only one clashing with the joyful mood.
“Francis, please. We are not here to complain but to move forward….” Coach Ranson said, rather annoyed.
“Of course, of course…” Francis conceded, still staring mischievously at me.
I knew I was directly targeted by his comment. I was the one who asked the Coach to limit the access to his Onlyfans page and therefore the one responsible of the reduction in Francis’ streams of revenue. The Coach was precisely getting to this subject:
“Anyway, Russel, you already know about it but Feytons, you will be pleased to learn that Francis and Robert have found a way to generate more money for the Wolves. They have opened an exclusive page where never seen before pictures and behind the scenes of the shoots are proposed to subscribers.”
“Like what? An Onlyfans?” Damian asked.
“Exactly.” The Coach replied. “So, you’re familiar with the concept.”
“Of course, everybody is. But is not it for porn?”
“Porn! Such an awful word!” Francis cut-off. “This is just a place to share exclusive content which would be censored on the more mainstream social media. Why do we need to categorize everything?”
Damian got a little red, he did not expect such a strong reaction from the photographer. He looked at me, a bit puzzled, but let the Coach continue.
“As I was saying. A page has been opened earlier this year and it has proven to be quite successful. Sadly, some members of the team have expressed concerns about the content leaking outside of the exclusive page and the consequences of such leaks on their personal lives. Consequently, we were forced to limit the access to this platform.”
The Coach stared at me for so long that he could, just as well, have named me!
“What did you say?” Damian asked me, proving that I was clearly identified as the buzz kill.
“Damian, there were porn videos of me, of us, being shared on Instagram!”
“Of us? When did we shoot a porn?”
“For God’s sake, this was not porn!” Francis explained, visibly very tensed. “We only shared some behind the scenes of a shooting, showing some authentic “after match” fun between team members!”
As I started to respond, the Head Coach yelled: “ENOUGH.”
Everyone shut up instantly.
Looking at Francis, Coach Ranson spoke again:
“I have decided to take those concerns into consideration and this decision is finale.”
His earlier talks with Francis must not have been easy and I was very grateful for the Coach to stand by my side.
“I’m mindful of the models too…” Francis mumbled, crossing his arms.
“Indeed, you are. Boys, Francis has accepted to up the price of his X-rated page quite significantly and to implement strong blocking measures to avoid any future leak. He is even working with a lawyer to make sure the content does not leave the Wrestling Team Gone Wild page.”
“Thank you.” I said awkwardly, trying to mend fences. “I… I really appreciate that.”
Francis relaxed a bit.
“That’s fine…”
“He did have a couple of conditions which I have found to be reasonable.” Coach Ranson continued. “See, Francis is the owner of all the content he shot, and is fully authorized to share it as it pleases him. But to take into account your request, he was forced to spend more money, notably in legal counselling and assistance, and he has lost a great number of subscribers.”
Was the whole point of this meeting to make me feel bad? Because it was definitely working. I thought my request not to share pornographic videos of myself were legitimate! They had to be!
“We did find a common ground to make sure everyone’s interests were preserved and this is the reason why I wanted you both here.”
“But what does it have to do with me? Scotty was the one to complain! I don’t give a damn about the pics being leaked. Everybody loves my dick.”
Robert chuckled nervously at Damian’s comment.
“See.” Commented Francis, apparently making a point. I was the weird one for complaining.
“It happens that you two are the most appreciated athletes featured on the page.” The Head Coach explained.
“Especially when you Feytons, act in a dominant role and you Russel, in a submissive one.” Francis specified, as if this was necessary.
Damian flexed his biceps next to me. He could be such a prick at times. Robert chuckled again like a teenage girl.
“We discussed it at length and we all thought that it would be fair to ask you two to participate in a few more videos, maybe a couple a month for the rest of the semester, so Francis can justify the cost of his page to his remaining fans. Those additional videos would be presented as very exclusive content to the audience and only accessible to a few members.”
“You want more videos from us?” I asked, getting more and more uncomfortable on my chair.
“Yes. But you would not be doing that for free. I have made sure this would be a win-win situation for everyone involved. Francis has accepted to share half of his revenues with both the team and with you personally. 25% of the generated revenues will go for the Wolves, and the remaining 25% will be shared between you two.”
“Wow. You want to pay us!” Damian exclaimed.
The senior had shared dozens of his sextapes online, more or less intentionally, but apparently, he had never been smart enough to understand how to make money out of it.
“Your Coach is a tough negotiator when it comes to the interest of his players.” Francis commented. “But we ended up agreeing on these terms, yes.”
“And don’t you think we should have our say in all of that?” I finally let go some of my frustration. “I mean, we are the first concerned here! That’s my fucking ass being featured!”
“That’s exactly why you’re here. We wanted your opinion.” Robert said in a calm voice, for once.
[Chapter 16 continues below]
More stories including the next chapters of Wrestling Team Gone Wild (ch. 25 to be posted this saturday) and exclusive bonus are available on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon.
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 16: Deal or no deal (Part 2)
Damian was already shouting: “Count me in!”
“Not everyone wants to become a Pornstar, Damian!” I snapped back.
“Oh, come on, Francis said it would not be porn and barely anyone would actually see the page. Why do you always have to be such a pussy?”
“Actually, nobody said anything about the content of the videos. We don’t even know what they want us to do.” I pointed out.
Damian and I stopped arguing and we redirected our focus to the three men before us. They had been whispering among themselves.
“On this point too, we have reached an agreement.” Coach Ranson explained. “I was very clear. No fucking involved, and any ejaculation must happen at a time where it would not mess with your chances of winning a competition. Wrestling always has to cum, sorry, to come, first.”
“No… No fucking?” I questioned; a bit stunned we were even discussing this.
“You wanted to?” Robert asked, almost jumping from his chair.
“No, of course not! Are you insane? I’m not gay!”
Francis lost his cool, once again.
“Look, Russel. I’ll admit that the fans love you but this diva attitude of yours has to stop. You know damn well that you have signed a 3.000$ model contract which clearly states that you authorize me to share everything I freaking want from that shooting. I opened that page in my own rights! It’s only as a favour to the Coach and to this team that I’m even considering this new deal. You are entirely free to refuse it, as I am entirely free to release all the already shot content anywhere I please!”
I was about to snap back at him but I could not. Everything he had said was true. I was trapped. I swallowed my saliva.
“Look Scott, no one here is forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Robert said, putting his hand on mine. “It’s totally up to you to accept or refuse this deal. That’s a proposal, that’s all.”
It sure looked more like blackmail to me but I had signed the original contract and now I had to deal with the consequences.
“The videos… What would they be exactly?” I finally asked quietly.
Francis let go of a light smile.
“Not much, Coach Ranson has imposed strict limits on what I am authorized to ask of you. I, for one, think you should only do what comes naturally. The fans love your authenticity so there is no point in making you do something you would not be comfortable with. I mean, we still have to give our audience a bit more compared to what they had so far, you know, to justify their membership going from 10 to 50$, but I’m sure we can all be creative.”
“I… I’m not sure. They would want sexual stuff, no? I read the comments.”
“It depends on what you call sexual. We have already assured you that you would not be fucked in the ass.”
“And how much money could we make?” Damian asked. I still had questions about the content of the videos but this was a good remark too.
“It’s hard to say, maybe a couple hundred maybe a couple thousands per video, maybe more, to share between yourselves. It all depends on the quality of the content we’ll put out there. This is why I need you to be fully invested in it. No need to tell me that you accept this deal if you don’t intend to follow through.”
I was still very much in debts despite the 3 grands I had already gotten from the shooting. Earning a few thousand a month during my college years, that could literally change my life.
“Look boys, we’ll give you some time to make your decision. Nobody wants you to commit to this unwillingly. Last time, Russel has made what he now considers to be a poor judgement and he claims that he did not have time to think it through. I don’t want him to make the same mistake again.” Coach Ranson stood up and patted my shoulders.
“I can wait until next week, but I’ll have to know soon to adjust my business plan and figure what I do with the existing content.” Francis stated.
“Just let us know next week when we go back to training what you decide and we’ll see how we manage things from there.” The Coach settled.
He stared at us for a little while and then said. “You may go, now.”
Damian and I walked out without any further discussion. I had spent hours in this office, entirely naked, forced to stare at the Coach’s cock but this meeting may have been the most awkward moment I had spent in there! I was more confused than ever.
Although, I did not have time to ponder my options as the second we were outside, Damian pushed me violently against a wall.
“Fucking liar!” He shouted.
He was so strong and I was taken off guard. I felt powerless, totally trapped under his heavy muscles.
“What the hell, Damian? Let go of me!” I begged.
He was still holding me by my neck, and I was starting to suffocate.
“You took three fucking thousand dollars from us! Traitor!”
Shit, with everything that had been said, I had not even realized that my secret had been revealed!
“Damian… I…”
Even if I had something to say to my defence, I could not have said a word, I was hardly managing to breathe. Damian kept on pressing harder against me.
“You were paid 3.000 dollars when I was paid 400 for the same shooting! That’s a fucking joke. A digusting fag and a liar. Damn, your parents really missed the ball with ya!”
As I was literally getting purple, he finally released his grip and I fell down on the floor. Damian looked like a giant above me. I coughed multiple times but I still could not breathe properly.
“Wait until the rest of the team learns about it! You know that I’ve been defending you lately! I’ve been saying to the others you were a good kid, we should stick with you, even if you were a faggot! They all hate you; you know! But I told them: look what he’s willing to take for the team, he let us nut on his pussy, we should be thankful. And now… You do this!”
“I… I did not lie… I just did not tell you…”
“You fucking moron.” He kicked me in the abs. “You cannot own up to anything can’t you?”
I was tearing up at this point. I could not lose him; I had already lost everyone!
“Look, I did not ask for these 3K! They proposed it to me, I was not going to say no!”
“You don’t get it, do you? You don’t understand that we are a team. Imagine what we could have obtained for all of us if you have told us. I bet we could have negotiated 1K, maybe 2K for each member of the team. But no, you only thought about yourself, as always!”
“I… I did not think of that, sorry… Really.”
“I’m so fucking mad right now.”
“I know Damian, I know… I just needed the money.”
“I need the money too! What the hell do you think? We are going to this shitty university with a crazy wrestling Coach cause we’re rich!”
I straightened up and he did help me stand back up. He seemed more disappointed than anything else at this point. I felt like pure shit.
“I wish I had done things differently.” I spoke.
“Me too… I wish you had done things differently.” He marked a pause; his veins were contracting in his biceps. “Are you ok? I did not want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Sorry about that… I just lost my nerves.” He grabbed my shoulders. “Please Scott, tell me you are going to say yes to their deal. I need this cash.”
“I don’t know Damian…”
He sighed and picked up his bag.
“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised; that’s just what you are: selfish. Maybe Travis was right.”
He turned around and left, spitting on the floor. I had never seen him that mad and I felt terrible. I was always disappointing people.
If only I could reimburse Damian but I was in so much debt myself. If he decided to talk to the rest of the team, I was finished and I could just as well leave the university… After all I had done to get there!
The pill was hard to swallow. I tried to consider the deal offered to me objectively but I was too on edge to think straight. I wished that I had someone to talk to. Was I really making a mountain of a molehill? Would making these videos be such a big deal?
I was still very lost in my thoughts when I came back to my dorm room, I did not realize the door was unlocked. When I opened it, a bare, hairy and rounded ass welcomed me. Someone was bending over the bed on the right side, to pin some posters on the wall.
“What the fuck!” I yelled.
Victor turned around; he was stark naked.
“Scott!” He almost fell off the bed and he laughed it off. “Fuck, I thought you were at training until 9 or something.”
“Training sessions are only starting over next week. I was in the… Never mind! What the hell are you doing here, naked!?”
“What do you think? I’m your new roommate, idiot!” He came to hug me, his uncut dick dangling between his thighs.
Victor had never been the shy type. He consistently made jokes about the wrestling team being naked or being gay – he had even playfully distributed our calendar during one memorable History class –, he himself had done the calendar the year before. Still, I had not realized he was so comfortable with himself, not minding being caught in the nude!
“Oh, ok… I thought you were sharing a room with Patrick.” I replied, a bit startled.
“Well, I was. But Patrick did not return this semester and the university told me I had to share my room with someone else. Imagine my excitement when I learned that I would be roommate with the sexiest wrestler of the notorious Wolves team!”
He slapped my ass. I smiled awkwardly. As often with Victor, I could not tell if his snarky comments were serious or not. He often made gay allusions about himself but it was hard to tell whether he was actually into guys or not.
“Welcome to your room, then. I guess I don’t have to tell you to feel at home.”
He looked down at his own dick. Taking more time to inspect it, I thought it was semi hard but maybe it was just my imagination.
“Hope you don’t mind this? I really thought I had the room for myself for a little while. You know us water polo guys, we feel like we are fully dressed up when we wear a speedo so if we truly want to feel comfortable, we have to take everything off.”
“I don’t care, it’s just that…”
“Cool! Patrick was always very weird about being naked, he would even complain when I would sleep in the nude but I’m glad that you’re fine with that.”
I was not exactly cool with it but I could not allow myself to make another enemy. I also thought that Victor, someone I knew and one of the rare students who still did not completely hate me, was a good enough option as a roommate.
“Sleep naked if you want! As long as you don’t rub your balls on my face, I’ll be good.”
He laughed.
“Be careful, maybe in no time, you’ll be begging to have my balls on your face.” He grabbed his balls in a lewd move and I could swear his cock was stiffening.
“Whatever…” I replied, lying on my bed.
I thought he would put some underwear on but he just kept organizing his stuff naked. Because he was moving furniture, he sometimes found himself in quite revealing positions, I caught a glimpse of his opened asshole more than once. Knowing that pretty much the entire University believed that I was gay, I was even more surprised by his lack of modesty.
I looked at my phone and tried to ignore him.
“Travis told me you had a fight.” He said after a while, lying naked on his bed mindlessly scratching his balls and inner thighs.
“Yeah… Sort of…”
“That’s a shame. He’s a cool guy and I know you are too. Hopefully, you can patch things up. Maybe I can help?”
“Maybe…”
The last thing I wanted to do was to talk about Travis. My mind was too preoccupied with the deal which had been offered to me earlier to really consider any other topic of conversation. But since I could not talk about the Wrestling Team Gone Wild page, I remained silent.
Admittedly, I was not a great roommate for our first evening. I was not very fun or enthusiastic about his arrival and after half an hour trying to engage in various conversations, Victor gave up on me, put on some clothes (finally!) and went to get dinner outside. He remained cordiale but he seemed a bit annoyed too.
Hopefully, things would go better with my roommate in the following days.
A little voice in my head was telling me that I had caught Victor checking my ass a couple of times in the university’s corridor and a lot of people suspected that he was gay but I did not want things to get weird because of that. I promised myself I would make more of an effort the next day.
Most of all, I did not want to become like Travis, suspecting my roommate to be gay without an actual reason. I was still mad about our fight at the end of the previous semester.
My mind went back to the disappointed face of Damian. I needed some friends, especially among the Wolves. Was I really about to accept filming some videos for Francis?
At this point, I just might…
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 16: Deal or no deal (Part 2)
Damian was already shouting: “Count me in!”
“Not everyone wants to become a Pornstar, Damian!” I snapped back.
“Oh, come on, Francis said it would not be porn and barely anyone would actually see the page. Why do you always have to be such a pussy?”
“Actually, nobody said anything about the content of the videos. We don’t even know what they want us to do.” I pointed out.
Damian and I stopped arguing and we redirected our focus to the three men before us. They had been whispering among themselves.
“On this point too, we have reached an agreement.” Coach Ranson explained. “I was very clear. No fucking involved, and any ejaculation must happen at a time where it would not mess with your chances of winning a competition. Wrestling always has to cum, sorry, to come, first.”
“No… No fucking?” I questioned; a bit stunned we were even discussing this.
“You wanted to?” Robert asked, almost jumping from his chair.
“No, of course not! Are you insane? I’m not gay!”
Francis lost his cool, once again.
“Look, Russel. I’ll admit that the fans love you but this diva attitude of yours has to stop. You know damn well that you have signed a 3.000$ model contract which clearly states that you authorize me to share everything I freaking want from that shooting. I opened that page in my own rights! It’s only as a favour to the Coach and to this team that I’m even considering this new deal. You are entirely free to refuse it, as I am entirely free to release all the already shot content anywhere I please!”
I was about to snap back at him but I could not. Everything he had said was true. I was trapped. I swallowed my saliva.
“Look Scott, no one here is forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Robert said, putting his hand on mine. “It’s totally up to you to accept or refuse this deal. That’s a proposal, that’s all.”
It sure looked more like blackmail to me but I had signed the original contract and now I had to deal with the consequences.
“The videos… What would they be exactly?” I finally asked quietly.
Francis let go of a light smile.
“Not much, Coach Ranson has imposed strict limits on what I am authorized to ask of you. I, for one, think you should only do what comes naturally. The fans love your authenticity so there is no point in making you do something you would not be comfortable with. I mean, we still have to give our audience a bit more compared to what they had so far, you know, to justify their membership going from 10 to 50$, but I’m sure we can all be creative.”
“I… I’m not sure. They would want sexual stuff, no? I read the comments.”
“It depends on what you call sexual. We have already assured you that you would not be fucked in the ass.”
“And how much money could we make?” Damian asked. I still had questions about the content of the videos but this was a good remark too.
“It’s hard to say, maybe a couple hundred maybe a couple thousands per video, maybe more, to share between yourselves. It all depends on the quality of the content we’ll put out there. This is why I need you to be fully invested in it. No need to tell me that you accept this deal if you don’t intend to follow through.”
I was still very much in debts despite the 3 grands I had already gotten from the shooting. Earning a few thousand a month during my college years, that could literally change my life.
“Look boys, we’ll give you some time to make your decision. Nobody wants you to commit to this unwillingly. Last time, Russel has made what he now considers to be a poor judgement and he claims that he did not have time to think it through. I don’t want him to make the same mistake again.” Coach Ranson stood up and patted my shoulders.
“I can wait until next week, but I’ll have to know soon to adjust my business plan and figure what I do with the existing content.” Francis stated.
“Just let us know next week when we go back to training what you decide and we’ll see how we manage things from there.” The Coach settled.
He stared at us for a little while and then said. “You may go, now.”
Damian and I walked out without any further discussion. I had spent hours in this office, entirely naked, forced to stare at the Coach’s cock but this meeting may have been the most awkward moment I had spent in there! I was more confused than ever.
Although, I did not have time to ponder my options as the second we were outside, Damian pushed me violently against a wall.
“Fucking liar!” He shouted.
He was so strong and I was taken off guard. I felt powerless, totally trapped under his heavy muscles.
“What the hell, Damian? Let go of me!” I begged.
He was still holding me by my neck, and I was starting to suffocate.
“You took three fucking thousand dollars from us! Traitor!”
Shit, with everything that had been said, I had not even realized that my secret had been revealed!
“Damian… I…”
Even if I had something to say to my defence, I could not have said a word, I was hardly managing to breathe. Damian kept on pressing harder against me.
“You were paid 3.000 dollars when I was paid 400 for the same shooting! That’s a fucking joke. A digusting fag and a liar. Damn, your parents really missed the ball with ya!”
As I was literally getting purple, he finally released his grip and I fell down on the floor. Damian looked like a giant above me. I coughed multiple times but I still could not breathe properly.
“Wait until the rest of the team learns about it! You know that I’ve been defending you lately! I’ve been saying to the others you were a good kid, we should stick with you, even if you were a faggot! They all hate you; you know! But I told them: look what he’s willing to take for the team, he let us nut on his pussy, we should be thankful. And now… You do this!”
“I… I did not lie… I just did not tell you…”
“You fucking moron.” He kicked me in the abs. “You cannot own up to anything can’t you?”
I was tearing up at this point. I could not lose him; I had already lost everyone!
“Look, I did not ask for these 3K! They proposed it to me, I was not going to say no!”
“You don’t get it, do you? You don’t understand that we are a team. Imagine what we could have obtained for all of us if you have told us. I bet we could have negotiated 1K, maybe 2K for each member of the team. But no, you only thought about yourself, as always!”
“I… I did not think of that, sorry… Really.”
“I’m so fucking mad right now.”
“I know Damian, I know… I just needed the money.”
“I need the money too! What the hell do you think? We are going to this shitty university with a crazy wrestling Coach cause we’re rich!”
I straightened up and he did help me stand back up. He seemed more disappointed than anything else at this point. I felt like pure shit.
“I wish I had done things differently.” I spoke.
“Me too… I wish you had done things differently.” He marked a pause; his veins were contracting in his biceps. “Are you ok? I did not want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Sorry about that… I just lost my nerves.” He grabbed my shoulders. “Please Scott, tell me you are going to say yes to their deal. I need this cash.”
“I don’t know Damian…”
He sighed and picked up his bag.
“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised; that’s just what you are: selfish. Maybe Travis was right.”
He turned around and left, spitting on the floor. I had never seen him that mad and I felt terrible. I was always disappointing people.
If only I could reimburse Damian but I was in so much debt myself. If he decided to talk to the rest of the team, I was finished and I could just as well leave the university… After all I had done to get there!
The pill was hard to swallow. I tried to consider the deal offered to me objectively but I was too on edge to think straight. I wished that I had someone to talk to. Was I really making a mountain of a molehill? Would making these videos be such a big deal?
I was still very lost in my thoughts when I came back to my dorm room, I did not realize the door was unlocked. When I opened it, a bare, hairy and rounded ass welcomed me. Someone was bending over the bed on the right side, to pin some posters on the wall.
“What the fuck!” I yelled.
Victor turned around; he was stark naked.
“Scott!” He almost fell off the bed and he laughed it off. “Fuck, I thought you were at training until 9 or something.”
“Training sessions are only starting over next week. I was in the… Never mind! What the hell are you doing here, naked!?”
“What do you think? I’m your new roommate, idiot!” He came to hug me, his uncut dick dangling between his thighs.
Victor had never been the shy type. He consistently made jokes about the wrestling team being naked or being gay – he had even playfully distributed our calendar during one memorable History class –, he himself had done the calendar the year before. Still, I had not realized he was so comfortable with himself, not minding being caught in the nude!
“Oh, ok… I thought you were sharing a room with Patrick.” I replied, a bit startled.
“Well, I was. But Patrick did not return this semester and the university told me I had to share my room with someone else. Imagine my excitement when I learned that I would be roommate with the sexiest wrestler of the notorious Wolves team!”
He slapped my ass. I smiled awkwardly. As often with Victor, I could not tell if his snarky comments were serious or not. He often made gay allusions about himself but it was hard to tell whether he was actually into guys or not.
“Welcome to your room, then. I guess I don’t have to tell you to feel at home.”
He looked down at his own dick. Taking more time to inspect it, I thought it was semi hard but maybe it was just my imagination.
“Hope you don’t mind this? I really thought I had the room for myself for a little while. You know us water polo guys, we feel like we are fully dressed up when we wear a speedo so if we truly want to feel comfortable, we have to take everything off.”
“I don’t care, it’s just that…”
“Cool! Patrick was always very weird about being naked, he would even complain when I would sleep in the nude but I’m glad that you’re fine with that.”
I was not exactly cool with it but I could not allow myself to make another enemy. I also thought that Victor, someone I knew and one of the rare students who still did not completely hate me, was a good enough option as a roommate.
“Sleep naked if you want! As long as you don’t rub your balls on my face, I’ll be good.”
He laughed.
“Be careful, maybe in no time, you’ll be begging to have my balls on your face.” He grabbed his balls in a lewd move and I could swear his cock was stiffening.
“Whatever…” I replied, lying on my bed.
I thought he would put some underwear on but he just kept organizing his stuff naked. Because he was moving furniture, he sometimes found himself in quite revealing positions, I caught a glimpse of his opened asshole more than once. Knowing that pretty much the entire University believed that I was gay, I was even more surprised by his lack of modesty.
I looked at my phone and tried to ignore him.
“Travis told me you had a fight.” He said after a while, lying naked on his bed mindlessly scratching his balls and inner thighs.
“Yeah… Sort of…”
“That’s a shame. He’s a cool guy and I know you are too. Hopefully, you can patch things up. Maybe I can help?”
“Maybe…”
The last thing I wanted to do was to talk about Travis. My mind was too preoccupied with the deal which had been offered to me earlier to really consider any other topic of conversation. But since I could not talk about the Wrestling Team Gone Wild page, I remained silent.
Admittedly, I was not a great roommate for our first evening. I was not very fun or enthusiastic about his arrival and after half an hour trying to engage in various conversations, Victor gave up on me, put on some clothes (finally!) and went to get dinner outside. He remained cordiale but he seemed a bit annoyed too.
Hopefully, things would go better with my roommate in the following days.
A little voice in my head was telling me that I had caught Victor checking my ass a couple of times in the university’s corridor and a lot of people suspected that he was gay but I did not want things to get weird because of that. I promised myself I would make more of an effort the next day.
Most of all, I did not want to become like Travis, suspecting my roommate to be gay without an actual reason. I was still mad about our fight at the end of the previous semester.
My mind went back to the disappointed face of Damian. I needed some friends, especially among the Wolves. Was I really about to accept filming some videos for Francis?
At this point, I just might…
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Wow, incredible story! Looking forward to more.
I am definitely one of the people hoping that Scott is able to come out of all this alright. I feel bad about the emotional turmoil he’s going through. And I hope the coach ends up in jail at the end.
I am definitely one of the people hoping that Scott is able to come out of all this alright. I feel bad about the emotional turmoil he’s going through. And I hope the coach ends up in jail at the end.
I felt like this thread has died a little so i was taking more of my time but next chapter will be posted in the next few days!
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No sir! I’m so invested in this one
Come back here every few days to check if a new chapter is posted lol
Chapter 26 was posted today on Patreon. I will post chapter 17 here tomorrow night or on Monday at the latest.
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 17: The physical (Part 1)
“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.
“What do you…?”
“I’ll need your cum. As part of the physical, we’ll test your sperm and your urine.”
“But we never asked me that. I mean, urine, yeah, for the drugs but cum…”
“Well, Coach Ranson was not running the team before, was he? As in all things he does, he believes we must not leave anything to chance. Certain drugs and / or issues can only be found in our sperm. You really think that when a professional football team select his players, they don’t ask to check the athlete’s semen first?”
“Ok… but do I have to do it now?”
“You can go behind this curtain, there are some magazines but…”
“But what?”
“Never mind, just go do your deeds.”
I was not too sure what to do with myself, the sample bottle in my hand.
“Can I just go back to the dorm and bring you back the sample later?”
It was worth the try, right?
“Oh, come on, you just admitted you were jerking off like a fucking monkey. What does it change? And I have to certify of the origin of the semen, it has to be done here. Just like the urine for the drug test. I could lose my medical license approving a test not done in compliance with the protocol. You don’t want to put my license at risk?”
“Of course not. I… I’ll just go.”
Behind the curtain, there was a single chair and a small table with a couple of magazines. I gasped when I saw the covers.
On the first one, a huge dick was penetrating an ass, a male hairy asshole, all close up with the title:
“FUCKING DADDY! Special father and son issue.”
On the second one, two models were stripping from a jockstrap, one had it slid down his knees and one was about to remove it.
“SEX IN UNDERWEAR: 30 pairs of underwear to spicy up your sex life!”
I took a step back.
“Doctor…”
“I know…” He said with a sigh. “We had both straight and gay magazines, the university has very strong policies in place against discrimination. But the straight magazines were stolen one after the other. There was one remaining when Damian Feytons was here a few minutes ago but he… well… he did not control his ejaculation and he ruined the magazine. As I knew you were my last patient of the day, and I thought that you… well you would not need the straight mag, I told Feytons he could take it.”
“WHAT? Are you kidding me?”
“Scott, this was an honest mistake. If you insist that me assuming your sexual orientation was a mistake…”
I was fed up with him.
“I’ll just pick up my phone. It’s in my jeans.”
“We barely have any signal in here so unless you have porn saved on your phone, you won’t have internet to get what you want.”
“Really?”
He showed me his own phone, there was barely no signal indeed.
“You’re 19, no? Can’t you just sit down and masturbate? I understood the issue for you was more to stop doing it.”
“But here… like that.”
“I’m sure there are girls in those magazines too.”
“I don’t think so…”
“What do you know about gay porn magazine? I thought you told me your were straight.”
He went to grab the two magazines and scrolled through them. I had been naked in this office for a good five minutes at this point and I was getting more and more uncomfortable. The guys fucking on the pages were not helping. Some of the images of the “Daddy Issue” were really disturbing, 18 years old guys sucking the feet, the dick or the nipples of 50 years old hairy men.
“Sir, I’ll just… use my imagination.”
“See, right here, a girl!” The doctor said proudly.
He was pointing at a double-page feature where a guy was jerking off on his bed. He looked like a soccer player, wearing sneakers and socks but nothing else, and stroking his big dick (not as big as mine though) in front of a poster. That’s where the girl in bikini was visible, but she was taking a tenth of the full double-page while the guy’s body, and his dick, were front and centre. He was Caucasian but otherwise, his body was very similar to Travis.
“Ok… Thanks;” I said, taking the magazine hastily and almost running back behind the curtain. I so wished to be done with that physical!
The curtain was blue like the ones you usually see in hospitals but it looked very thin and with the white light in the doctor office, I knew Doctor Peterson could see every detail of my body, and ultimately, he would see me wanking off.
For a split second, a crazy thought went through my mind. Could Doctor Peterson, just like Robert de Portier and Francis, be gay? Damn, I really was becoming crazy seeing gay guys everywhere! My roommate, the wrestling team staff, maybe I had still some things to figure out for myself.
I tried to focus on the girl on the picture but the dick of the guy was so prominent in the magazine that it was hard to avoid it. I did the best that I could, caressing my balls, staring at the girl’s ass but my dick would not get hard. Fuck. I used to be horny 24/7. Maybe I was indeed jerking off too much lately.
After a few minutes, nothing had happened and the more I was stressed, the more difficult it was becoming to get an erection. Everybody knows that, it’s when you try to get hard that you are incapable of doing it. Damn our stupid brains!
“Everything ok in there?” the doctor came behind the curtain. I still had my hand on my balls and the gay magazine opened.
“Yes… it’s just… I cannot seem to… to get excited. I’m not sure I can do it, Sir. Not like that.”
“What are you saying? You want my help or something? I don’t do that, boy.”
“No! Of course not! I just don’t think I can jerk off in this office.”
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Chapter 17: The physical (Part 1)
“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.
“What do you…?”
“I’ll need your cum. As part of the physical, we’ll test your sperm and your urine.”
“But we never asked me that. I mean, urine, yeah, for the drugs but cum…”
“Well, Coach Ranson was not running the team before, was he? As in all things he does, he believes we must not leave anything to chance. Certain drugs and / or issues can only be found in our sperm. You really think that when a professional football team select his players, they don’t ask to check the athlete’s semen first?”
“Ok… but do I have to do it now?”
“You can go behind this curtain, there are some magazines but…”
“But what?”
“Never mind, just go do your deeds.”
I was not too sure what to do with myself, the sample bottle in my hand.
“Can I just go back to the dorm and bring you back the sample later?”
It was worth the try, right?
“Oh, come on, you just admitted you were jerking off like a fucking monkey. What does it change? And I have to certify of the origin of the semen, it has to be done here. Just like the urine for the drug test. I could lose my medical license approving a test not done in compliance with the protocol. You don’t want to put my license at risk?”
“Of course not. I… I’ll just go.”
Behind the curtain, there was a single chair and a small table with a couple of magazines. I gasped when I saw the covers.
On the first one, a huge dick was penetrating an ass, a male hairy asshole, all close up with the title:
“FUCKING DADDY! Special father and son issue.”
On the second one, two models were stripping from a jockstrap, one had it slid down his knees and one was about to remove it.
“SEX IN UNDERWEAR: 30 pairs of underwear to spicy up your sex life!”
I took a step back.
“Doctor…”
“I know…” He said with a sigh. “We had both straight and gay magazines, the university has very strong policies in place against discrimination. But the straight magazines were stolen one after the other. There was one remaining when Damian Feytons was here a few minutes ago but he… well… he did not control his ejaculation and he ruined the magazine. As I knew you were my last patient of the day, and I thought that you… well you would not need the straight mag, I told Feytons he could take it.”
“WHAT? Are you kidding me?”
“Scott, this was an honest mistake. If you insist that me assuming your sexual orientation was a mistake…”
I was fed up with him.
“I’ll just pick up my phone. It’s in my jeans.”
“We barely have any signal in here so unless you have porn saved on your phone, you won’t have internet to get what you want.”
“Really?”
He showed me his own phone, there was barely no signal indeed.
“You’re 19, no? Can’t you just sit down and masturbate? I understood the issue for you was more to stop doing it.”
“But here… like that.”
“I’m sure there are girls in those magazines too.”
“I don’t think so…”
“What do you know about gay porn magazine? I thought you told me your were straight.”
He went to grab the two magazines and scrolled through them. I had been naked in this office for a good five minutes at this point and I was getting more and more uncomfortable. The guys fucking on the pages were not helping. Some of the images of the “Daddy Issue” were really disturbing, 18 years old guys sucking the feet, the dick or the nipples of 50 years old hairy men.
“Sir, I’ll just… use my imagination.”
“See, right here, a girl!” The doctor said proudly.
He was pointing at a double-page feature where a guy was jerking off on his bed. He looked like a soccer player, wearing sneakers and socks but nothing else, and stroking his big dick (not as big as mine though) in front of a poster. That’s where the girl in bikini was visible, but she was taking a tenth of the full double-page while the guy’s body, and his dick, were front and centre. He was Caucasian but otherwise, his body was very similar to Travis.
“Ok… Thanks;” I said, taking the magazine hastily and almost running back behind the curtain. I so wished to be done with that physical!
The curtain was blue like the ones you usually see in hospitals but it looked very thin and with the white light in the doctor office, I knew Doctor Peterson could see every detail of my body, and ultimately, he would see me wanking off.
For a split second, a crazy thought went through my mind. Could Doctor Peterson, just like Robert de Portier and Francis, be gay? Damn, I really was becoming crazy seeing gay guys everywhere! My roommate, the wrestling team staff, maybe I had still some things to figure out for myself.
I tried to focus on the girl on the picture but the dick of the guy was so prominent in the magazine that it was hard to avoid it. I did the best that I could, caressing my balls, staring at the girl’s ass but my dick would not get hard. Fuck. I used to be horny 24/7. Maybe I was indeed jerking off too much lately.
After a few minutes, nothing had happened and the more I was stressed, the more difficult it was becoming to get an erection. Everybody knows that, it’s when you try to get hard that you are incapable of doing it. Damn our stupid brains!
“Everything ok in there?” the doctor came behind the curtain. I still had my hand on my balls and the gay magazine opened.
“Yes… it’s just… I cannot seem to… to get excited. I’m not sure I can do it, Sir. Not like that.”
“What are you saying? You want my help or something? I don’t do that, boy.”
“No! Of course not! I just don’t think I can jerk off in this office.”
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Chapter 17: The physical (Part 2)
Doctor Peterson sighed.
“Oh boy, you really do have a problem. A boy your age should be able to get hard in just second. Either you are jerking off too much, either, and as I fear given your body type and some of your attitude, you are seriously lacking testosterones.”
“What do you mean?”
“Although those studies have been heavily censored by the pro LGBT groups, it is widely known that men who tend to act like girls or have girls features like round big butts, the homosexuals for example, have less testosterones than regular men. Those beta men, if you allow me to use some scientifical lingo, usually seek pleasures by other means than their penises. We cannot blame or judge the homosexuals; it is only natural for them to get aroused by anal stimulation.”
Bullshit I thought, but I was not reassured.
“I can get hard! I get hard all the time!” I claimed defensively.
“Ok then.”
No longer minding that doctor Peterson was looking straight at me, I closed my eyes, and I thought about the girl I had jerked off to the night before. Really projecting that I was licking her pussy, caressing her boobs, fucking her ass, I started fondling my cock to make it hard. I just had to think about her. Only her. The fact that I felt my semi coming relaxed me a little, I could get hard.
This thought alone was enough and in a matter of seconds, I was in FINALLY fully erected. A miracle!
I opened my eyes and realized that doctor Peterson was still watching me. I held on to my cock, determined to maintain my erection.
“It seems like your problem is solved. Make sure to aim at the bottle when you’re done. And please hurry, these usually only take a few minutes and I have a couple more things to see with you before you go.”
I focused again and jerked off furiously, using my two hands to stroke my cock. Fuck them all! I thought. Maybe I had a girl’s ass but my dick was huge, surely, that could only mean that I was a real man, a straight alpha male!
It took a few more minutes but I felt the cum coming up in my balls and finally, taking a last look at the girl on the magazine, I jizzed. I made sure to aim at the bottle but there were some misses, some drops landed on my right thigh.
“Just swallow the rest.” Doctor Peterson stated. “I don’t want you to mess my office and it will be good for you. You told me earlier that you were already eating your spunk anyway.”
I did say that I was doing it sometimes… Reluctantly I brought the cum to my mouth and sucked on my fingers. Peterson was watching me and I scooped a little more on my thigh, I had to swallow a big chunk this time. Eventually, he seemed satisfied.
“Ok, come sit down at my desk now, we’ll finish the physical but first, I have a few routine questions.”
“Ok…”
Feeling very uncomfortable having jizzed in front of doctor Peterson and even swallowing some of my own cum, - even though it was purely in a medical context -, I thought the worst had passed and went to sit down in front of him.
The first questions were pretty harmless, he asked me about cancers or cases of diabetes in my family, if I ever had a surgery, If I was feeling ok generally…
But then, things got uncomfortable again. And not only because I was still stark naked on the chair.
“Are you sexually active?”
“Well, yeah…”
“Do you have sex more than once a week?”
“No…” I admitted.
“Once a month?”
“No… not really.” I felt myself blushing again.
“Well, you’re not sexually active then…”
“I mean, since the sophomore year has started, I just did not have the chance to….”
“Ok, so no sex with neither men nor women in the past five months?”
“No.”
That kind of hurt. I had not realized that I was no longer sexually active. Not that my sex life was crazy during my freshman year but lately, all my life had revolved around wrestling and I even stopped trying dating girls. The fact that the entire campus thought that I was gay was not helping either.
Peterson typed down something on his computer.
“You confirm, no one ejaculated in your ass for the past few months then?”
I was surprised by the question, but sadly, I could not answer no to that one.
“I mean….”
“Yes, Russel?”
“I don’t know if that counts, this is certainly not sex! But as part of the wrestling practice, you know with the hose technique, I may have received some sperm on me…”
“On you, or in you, Russel? We need to be precise here.”
“In me.”
My mouth was very dry.
“In your hole?”
“Yes.”
I wanted to bury myself in the grounds of the school. The doctor politely smiled.
“Ok, that’s fine, no need to worry about that. I just needed to know for your files.”
I could only nod yes. What was there to say? Doctor Peterson cleared his throat.
“Scott, Coach Ranson and I have decided to put you under a new supplement diet. It is entirely paid by the university; you’ll get 7 bottles a week. You will drink 1 gallon a day addition to the 1 gallon of water you should already been drinking. Those supplements have been developed especially for you. That’s quite unique for a college wrestler but the whole staff thought you were worth the investments.”
He gave me some bottles and I was stunned, only for once, it was a pleasant surprise. Supplements were very expansive and some of the cheap ones could be dangerous. But those ones were all free and made just for me? I had a hard time believing it.
“What’s in it?” I asked.
“Only good things, we even made sure that is tastes good as well. The results of your sample tests taken today may lead us to change the formula, but given your size, your weight, your current diet, this is the best nutriments you can take for now. You know, you have the treatment of profession Olympic games athletes right there!”
“Wow, thanks!”
“Would you like to taste it now?”
“Yes, actually, I’m thirsty.”
“Go ahead then.”
I grabbed one of the bottles and looked inside. It looked a little whiter than what I was usually taking and a little thicker too but it seemed less disgusting than the previous mixture that Coach Ranson was giving me. The supplements tasted weird but not bad, I would just have to get used to drinking them.
“Ok, let’s go back on the examination table. I’ll have to take a more thorough look at your body and we’ll be done.”
This time, I lied down completely on the examination table and he started to feel my feet, slowly passing his fingers on my soles and then, between each toe.
“I’m just looking for any mycosis, or any nasty thing like that.” He explained.
Then he focused on my legs, Doctor Peterson tested my reflexes. This was the sort of things I was expecting from a physical. He brushed over my dick and felt my lower abs. It was a sensitive part of my body, thankfully I had cummed just before, otherwise, I would have certainly gotten hard.
But wait, I was getting hard! What the actual fuck?!
I tried to do the exact opposite of earlier and to get my dick to go down, but fuck the irony, this time, I could not stop myself from getting hard! Shit. I tried to think about the disgusting guys and scenes that I had seen on the magazine earlier but I was only getting harder.
“Doctor… I…”
Doctor Peterson noticed my embarrassment and looked down at my dick, who was now fully erected and given his size, completely in his way.
“No problem, it’s usual for a young male to get aroused easily. That’s why I was surprised earlier! This is a better sign of your health actually, quite reassuring.” He said while now inspecting my inner thigh. “Can you spread your legs a little?”
Thankfully, he was cool with that and the doctor was not making a whole thing about my erection, but I had rarely felt this uneasy… And Lord knows I had been embarrassed in the past few months!
Maybe I was feeling this way because of the void which was my sexual life? It was true that I was rarely feeling a human touch, especially so close to my groin. But it was also true that the last times I was touched, it had been by men… Damian had made me cum by jerking me off and humping me.
Without any warning, doctor Peterson grabbed my cocks and my balls.
“Looking for lumps.” He said while I straightened up.
Doctor Peterson made me lie down again. Like the very first day when we met the staff, he felt my balls. Except that back then, he was checking me in front of the entire wrestling team. I remembered how Travis and I discussed how crazy it was at the time. But now, here I was again, only fully hard!
When he inspected my shaft, it was really weird. Because my dick was fully stiffed, it felt like he was jerking me off when he was grabbing it and going back and forth to check for any defect.
“Oh, and here’s some precum.” He said, showing me his finger.
Then, like I was seeing this scene from the outside, he brought his finger to my mouth and I licked it.
“No waste.” He nodded, satisfied. “Don’t make this face, Scott. Again, sperm is only protein. It’s all natural. And here’s some more, damn you’re horny.”
But this time, he literally squeezed drops of cum from my dickhead, probably remaining from my previous ejaculation, and put three fingers in my mouth.
“Doc.” I mumbled as I was basically sucking him. I was chocking. “Please, stop.”
“You’re the one precumming on my table, boy. No need to play the naïve card, now!” He said, harshly.
While he was going back to his desk, I heard him mumbling “really all drama queens those closeted gay guys.”
I would have pushed back against this comment but my enormous dick was leaking cum on my abs and there was nothing I could do about it. I was not in a position to argue.
“Ok, turn around now. Face against the table”
He ordered as he was putting some gloves on.
“Why?”
“I have to check your prostate.”
“You mean… in my ass?”
“Where else should I check it? Do you have a prostate hidden under your foot?! Seriously boy, you never had a prostate check before?”
“No! I did not.”
“Scott, this is not good! Usually, I advise my patient to get one done at least once a year. You’re still quite young but prostate cancers could be so easily treated if men only took the time to go to their doctors to do the exam. Turn around, lie down on your chest. I’ll make sure I check your anus thoroughly to compensate for all these years you had not it looked at.”
Reluctantly, I turned around. I guess this was something I was often seeing on tv, the importance of checking the prostate for men but I thought it was only concerning older guys, like in their forties.
Doctor Peterson inclined the table so I would naturally bend over.
“Ok, I will insert a finger in your anus now.” He said, while he was spreading my ass. “Unbelievable with the amount of training you do that this ass remains the largest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He chuckled. “Sorry, I did not mean to be rude.”
“That’s fine.” I mumbled
That was when I felt his finger down my ass. I did not expect he would go this deep, this fast.
“Aaaah.” I whispered, but the sound almost seemed like a moan. I had never had anything inserted in my ass before.
“Wow, that’s tight! You have to relax to let me in Scott, or I won’t be able to run the exam.”
“Ok… I… I try… Aaah.”
He was going back and forth, pushing deeper. My ass must have been very tightly closed, it hurt like hell, just the one finger. He put some lube on his gloves.
“Come on Scott, I have to go in.” He pushed his finger once more and this time, I felt like I was swallowing it. “Looking for any issue in your sphincter boy. Here, let see if I can find your prostate.”
“Doc… this is…ah.”
It felt not like an exam but like he was fingering me as I would do to a girl’s pussy. I mean, it was the point of this medical check to go in but still!
It also had a weird effect on my dick which was rubbed against the table and was literally throbbing at every back and forth he was doing. I hope the exam would end fast, just to be sure I would not cum. I could not imagine how bad I would feel!
“Relax Scott, just try to take some deep breaths. The more you’re fighting it, the more your ass is clenching and I can’t do my job. When you go to the dentist, you open your mouth, right? Just do the same thing, open your hole!”
“I’m trying…”
“Just spread your ass cheeks with your hands, that will be a first step.”
I did as I was told. I also remembered the I had already winked with my hole for the wrestling team. I already felt it opening before, I could do it again. I tried.
“Oh yes, just like that!” The doctor exclaimed, practically lying on the examination table with me. “Open and close, yes, now I can penetrate it.”
“Doc… it feels… weird.” I mumbled but this time, I was clearly moaning. Fuck.
I felt a second finger inside of me. I thought he only needed one! But before I could protest, he shouted:
“Oh yes, that’s it, that’s the prostate!”
And then, everything went black. Doctor Peterson pressed on my prostate with his two fingers and I felt intense waves of pain and pleasures going through me at the same time. Without even being aware of it, my dick was pouring cum all over the examination table and I was ejaculating for the second time in less than 10 minutes.
“Oh no, oh God…” I moaned. But my orgasm was unstoppable.
“RUSEEL! What… Are you… Oh dear Lord, are you actually cumming?”
Doctor Peterson eventually removed his fingers from my asshole and I released two final volleys of cum.
“Doctor… I… I’m sorry”
“This is… You’re a freak!” He yelled, he seemed completely shocked.
I was fully red and tried to move away from the table, my dick still dripping cum on the floor, there was a huge stain on the examination table.
“I’m sorry, so sorry… I…” I said, my eyes getting teary. What had just happened?
“No, no, I’m the one being sorry. I guess these things can happen! I overreacted.”
“Doctor, I really don’t know how… This has never happened to me before and I was not excited at all…”
“Clearly…” He stated looking at the huge mess on his table. “We are told about this when we learn about prostate exams but no one had ever cummed on my table before. Especially right after you had filled a sample bottle with your sperm!”
“Again, I’m sorry…”
“Stop apologizing, Scott. I should have been more professional when it happened. Look, this is fine. Just lick it off quickly, you have lost too many proteins already and the training start back tomorrow. Better Coach Ranson does not know that you just cummed a second time, especially while I had my fingers in your ass.”
“Doc?”
“Eat it!” He ordered. “Clean your mess!”
I knelt down to be at the examination table level and licked my own cum out of it. It was no longer just a few ounces or a few drops, I was swallowing the results of a long and strong orgasm, my mouth was full of my sperm.
“The floor now.”
Oh God. It was getting worse. I tried to say no but I only made bubbles in my mouth. I felt terrible but I had to clean my mess. I felt lost.
“I’m a freak…” I mumbled.
“You really have been a messy boy.” The doctor said as I was now licking my own cum off the floor, only inches from his shoes.
I looked above me; he was looking severely at my naked body. I only realized then that I was in the exact position as one of the boys in the dirty magazine, submitting to his “father”. I finished licking the floor.
When I stood up, I was shaken up and was trembling heavily.
“Drink some of you supplements, it will help you get your focus back.” Doctor Peterson handed me the bottle I had started to drink and patted my shoulders.
“Yes, Sir. I just feel… I’m so sorry about that.”
“That’s all forgotten. Look you have re-ingested it. No harm done. Coach Ranson does not have to know, I guess that anal stimulation does that for some people.”
“You mean, the homosexuals?”
“No need to mess your brain with that, kiddo. I touched your prostate and you had a somewhat natural reaction. You don’t need to figure out what this whole means.”
I was on the verge of crying.
“Doctor, I’m just so confused.”
He grabbed my shoulders.
“Scotty, a lot of boys you age are confused. You just need to relax and trust the adults around you to help you find your way.”
I nodded. He smiled warmly at me.
“I’ll let you put your clothes back on, now.”
I had forgotten that I was still naked. I hastily put back my underwear and jeans.
“Oh wait, you still had not peed, right?” He handed another sample bottle. “Usually, I always want to pee after an orgasm. Can you fill that bottle now?”
I was the same way. I did desperately need to pee.
I just opened the fly on my jeans, got off my dick again, and pissed in the bottle right in front of the doctor. The idea of isolating myself did not even cross my mind.
“Don’t make a mess Scott, or you’ll have to drink it too!”
I stopped myself from peeing. The doctor was smiling largely. Surely, he was kidding, right? I did not want to find out.
“Do you have everything now?” I asked.
“I do! I’ll send the samples to the labs. Just do not forget to take your supplements for the weeks.”
I put back my shirt and sweatshirt and grabbed the bottles of supplements. I felt dizzy.
“May I go, now?”
“Of course, Scott, and please, no cumming until we have your full results. I can trust you on that?”
“You can, Sir.”
I walked to my dorm room like a zombie, my mind totally blank. I opened my door only to find Victor jerking off in his bed, he cummed on his chest as I was entering the room.
“I had to finish myself off!” He said with a smile.
“No problem.” I replied.
Really, this was nothing at this point.
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Wrestling Team Gone Wild
Chapter 17: The physical (Part 2)
Doctor Peterson sighed.
“Oh boy, you really do have a problem. A boy your age should be able to get hard in just second. Either you are jerking off too much, either, and as I fear given your body type and some of your attitude, you are seriously lacking testosterones.”
“What do you mean?”
“Although those studies have been heavily censored by the pro LGBT groups, it is widely known that men who tend to act like girls or have girls features like round big butts, the homosexuals for example, have less testosterones than regular men. Those beta men, if you allow me to use some scientifical lingo, usually seek pleasures by other means than their penises. We cannot blame or judge the homosexuals; it is only natural for them to get aroused by anal stimulation.”
Bullshit I thought, but I was not reassured.
“I can get hard! I get hard all the time!” I claimed defensively.
“Ok then.”
No longer minding that doctor Peterson was looking straight at me, I closed my eyes, and I thought about the girl I had jerked off to the night before. Really projecting that I was licking her pussy, caressing her boobs, fucking her ass, I started fondling my cock to make it hard. I just had to think about her. Only her. The fact that I felt my semi coming relaxed me a little, I could get hard.
This thought alone was enough and in a matter of seconds, I was in FINALLY fully erected. A miracle!
I opened my eyes and realized that doctor Peterson was still watching me. I held on to my cock, determined to maintain my erection.
“It seems like your problem is solved. Make sure to aim at the bottle when you’re done. And please hurry, these usually only take a few minutes and I have a couple more things to see with you before you go.”
I focused again and jerked off furiously, using my two hands to stroke my cock. Fuck them all! I thought. Maybe I had a girl’s ass but my dick was huge, surely, that could only mean that I was a real man, a straight alpha male!
It took a few more minutes but I felt the cum coming up in my balls and finally, taking a last look at the girl on the magazine, I jizzed. I made sure to aim at the bottle but there were some misses, some drops landed on my right thigh.
“Just swallow the rest.” Doctor Peterson stated. “I don’t want you to mess my office and it will be good for you. You told me earlier that you were already eating your spunk anyway.”
I did say that I was doing it sometimes… Reluctantly I brought the cum to my mouth and sucked on my fingers. Peterson was watching me and I scooped a little more on my thigh, I had to swallow a big chunk this time. Eventually, he seemed satisfied.
“Ok, come sit down at my desk now, we’ll finish the physical but first, I have a few routine questions.”
“Ok…”
Feeling very uncomfortable having jizzed in front of doctor Peterson and even swallowing some of my own cum, - even though it was purely in a medical context -, I thought the worst had passed and went to sit down in front of him.
The first questions were pretty harmless, he asked me about cancers or cases of diabetes in my family, if I ever had a surgery, If I was feeling ok generally…
But then, things got uncomfortable again. And not only because I was still stark naked on the chair.
“Are you sexually active?”
“Well, yeah…”
“Do you have sex more than once a week?”
“No…” I admitted.
“Once a month?”
“No… not really.” I felt myself blushing again.
“Well, you’re not sexually active then…”
“I mean, since the sophomore year has started, I just did not have the chance to….”
“Ok, so no sex with neither men nor women in the past five months?”
“No.”
That kind of hurt. I had not realized that I was no longer sexually active. Not that my sex life was crazy during my freshman year but lately, all my life had revolved around wrestling and I even stopped trying dating girls. The fact that the entire campus thought that I was gay was not helping either.
Peterson typed down something on his computer.
“You confirm, no one ejaculated in your ass for the past few months then?”
I was surprised by the question, but sadly, I could not answer no to that one.
“I mean….”
“Yes, Russel?”
“I don’t know if that counts, this is certainly not sex! But as part of the wrestling practice, you know with the hose technique, I may have received some sperm on me…”
“On you, or in you, Russel? We need to be precise here.”
“In me.”
My mouth was very dry.
“In your hole?”
“Yes.”
I wanted to bury myself in the grounds of the school. The doctor politely smiled.
“Ok, that’s fine, no need to worry about that. I just needed to know for your files.”
I could only nod yes. What was there to say? Doctor Peterson cleared his throat.
“Scott, Coach Ranson and I have decided to put you under a new supplement diet. It is entirely paid by the university; you’ll get 7 bottles a week. You will drink 1 gallon a day addition to the 1 gallon of water you should already been drinking. Those supplements have been developed especially for you. That’s quite unique for a college wrestler but the whole staff thought you were worth the investments.”
He gave me some bottles and I was stunned, only for once, it was a pleasant surprise. Supplements were very expansive and some of the cheap ones could be dangerous. But those ones were all free and made just for me? I had a hard time believing it.
“What’s in it?” I asked.
“Only good things, we even made sure that is tastes good as well. The results of your sample tests taken today may lead us to change the formula, but given your size, your weight, your current diet, this is the best nutriments you can take for now. You know, you have the treatment of profession Olympic games athletes right there!”
“Wow, thanks!”
“Would you like to taste it now?”
“Yes, actually, I’m thirsty.”
“Go ahead then.”
I grabbed one of the bottles and looked inside. It looked a little whiter than what I was usually taking and a little thicker too but it seemed less disgusting than the previous mixture that Coach Ranson was giving me. The supplements tasted weird but not bad, I would just have to get used to drinking them.
“Ok, let’s go back on the examination table. I’ll have to take a more thorough look at your body and we’ll be done.”
This time, I lied down completely on the examination table and he started to feel my feet, slowly passing his fingers on my soles and then, between each toe.
“I’m just looking for any mycosis, or any nasty thing like that.” He explained.
Then he focused on my legs, Doctor Peterson tested my reflexes. This was the sort of things I was expecting from a physical. He brushed over my dick and felt my lower abs. It was a sensitive part of my body, thankfully I had cummed just before, otherwise, I would have certainly gotten hard.
But wait, I was getting hard! What the actual fuck?!
I tried to do the exact opposite of earlier and to get my dick to go down, but fuck the irony, this time, I could not stop myself from getting hard! Shit. I tried to think about the disgusting guys and scenes that I had seen on the magazine earlier but I was only getting harder.
“Doctor… I…”
Doctor Peterson noticed my embarrassment and looked down at my dick, who was now fully erected and given his size, completely in his way.
“No problem, it’s usual for a young male to get aroused easily. That’s why I was surprised earlier! This is a better sign of your health actually, quite reassuring.” He said while now inspecting my inner thigh. “Can you spread your legs a little?”
Thankfully, he was cool with that and the doctor was not making a whole thing about my erection, but I had rarely felt this uneasy… And Lord knows I had been embarrassed in the past few months!
Maybe I was feeling this way because of the void which was my sexual life? It was true that I was rarely feeling a human touch, especially so close to my groin. But it was also true that the last times I was touched, it had been by men… Damian had made me cum by jerking me off and humping me.
Without any warning, doctor Peterson grabbed my cocks and my balls.
“Looking for lumps.” He said while I straightened up.
Doctor Peterson made me lie down again. Like the very first day when we met the staff, he felt my balls. Except that back then, he was checking me in front of the entire wrestling team. I remembered how Travis and I discussed how crazy it was at the time. But now, here I was again, only fully hard!
When he inspected my shaft, it was really weird. Because my dick was fully stiffed, it felt like he was jerking me off when he was grabbing it and going back and forth to check for any defect.
“Oh, and here’s some precum.” He said, showing me his finger.
Then, like I was seeing this scene from the outside, he brought his finger to my mouth and I licked it.
“No waste.” He nodded, satisfied. “Don’t make this face, Scott. Again, sperm is only protein. It’s all natural. And here’s some more, damn you’re horny.”
But this time, he literally squeezed drops of cum from my dickhead, probably remaining from my previous ejaculation, and put three fingers in my mouth.
“Doc.” I mumbled as I was basically sucking him. I was chocking. “Please, stop.”
“You’re the one precumming on my table, boy. No need to play the naïve card, now!” He said, harshly.
While he was going back to his desk, I heard him mumbling “really all drama queens those closeted gay guys.”
I would have pushed back against this comment but my enormous dick was leaking cum on my abs and there was nothing I could do about it. I was not in a position to argue.
“Ok, turn around now. Face against the table”
He ordered as he was putting some gloves on.
“Why?”
“I have to check your prostate.”
“You mean… in my ass?”
“Where else should I check it? Do you have a prostate hidden under your foot?! Seriously boy, you never had a prostate check before?”
“No! I did not.”
“Scott, this is not good! Usually, I advise my patient to get one done at least once a year. You’re still quite young but prostate cancers could be so easily treated if men only took the time to go to their doctors to do the exam. Turn around, lie down on your chest. I’ll make sure I check your anus thoroughly to compensate for all these years you had not it looked at.”
Reluctantly, I turned around. I guess this was something I was often seeing on tv, the importance of checking the prostate for men but I thought it was only concerning older guys, like in their forties.
Doctor Peterson inclined the table so I would naturally bend over.
“Ok, I will insert a finger in your anus now.” He said, while he was spreading my ass. “Unbelievable with the amount of training you do that this ass remains the largest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He chuckled. “Sorry, I did not mean to be rude.”
“That’s fine.” I mumbled
That was when I felt his finger down my ass. I did not expect he would go this deep, this fast.
“Aaaah.” I whispered, but the sound almost seemed like a moan. I had never had anything inserted in my ass before.
“Wow, that’s tight! You have to relax to let me in Scott, or I won’t be able to run the exam.”
“Ok… I… I try… Aaah.”
He was going back and forth, pushing deeper. My ass must have been very tightly closed, it hurt like hell, just the one finger. He put some lube on his gloves.
“Come on Scott, I have to go in.” He pushed his finger once more and this time, I felt like I was swallowing it. “Looking for any issue in your sphincter boy. Here, let see if I can find your prostate.”
“Doc… this is…ah.”
It felt not like an exam but like he was fingering me as I would do to a girl’s pussy. I mean, it was the point of this medical check to go in but still!
It also had a weird effect on my dick which was rubbed against the table and was literally throbbing at every back and forth he was doing. I hope the exam would end fast, just to be sure I would not cum. I could not imagine how bad I would feel!
“Relax Scott, just try to take some deep breaths. The more you’re fighting it, the more your ass is clenching and I can’t do my job. When you go to the dentist, you open your mouth, right? Just do the same thing, open your hole!”
“I’m trying…”
“Just spread your ass cheeks with your hands, that will be a first step.”
I did as I was told. I also remembered the I had already winked with my hole for the wrestling team. I already felt it opening before, I could do it again. I tried.
“Oh yes, just like that!” The doctor exclaimed, practically lying on the examination table with me. “Open and close, yes, now I can penetrate it.”
“Doc… it feels… weird.” I mumbled but this time, I was clearly moaning. Fuck.
I felt a second finger inside of me. I thought he only needed one! But before I could protest, he shouted:
“Oh yes, that’s it, that’s the prostate!”
And then, everything went black. Doctor Peterson pressed on my prostate with his two fingers and I felt intense waves of pain and pleasures going through me at the same time. Without even being aware of it, my dick was pouring cum all over the examination table and I was ejaculating for the second time in less than 10 minutes.
“Oh no, oh God…” I moaned. But my orgasm was unstoppable.
“RUSEEL! What… Are you… Oh dear Lord, are you actually cumming?”
Doctor Peterson eventually removed his fingers from my asshole and I released two final volleys of cum.
“Doctor… I… I’m sorry”
“This is… You’re a freak!” He yelled, he seemed completely shocked.
I was fully red and tried to move away from the table, my dick still dripping cum on the floor, there was a huge stain on the examination table.
“I’m sorry, so sorry… I…” I said, my eyes getting teary. What had just happened?
“No, no, I’m the one being sorry. I guess these things can happen! I overreacted.”
“Doctor, I really don’t know how… This has never happened to me before and I was not excited at all…”
“Clearly…” He stated looking at the huge mess on his table. “We are told about this when we learn about prostate exams but no one had ever cummed on my table before. Especially right after you had filled a sample bottle with your sperm!”
“Again, I’m sorry…”
“Stop apologizing, Scott. I should have been more professional when it happened. Look, this is fine. Just lick it off quickly, you have lost too many proteins already and the training start back tomorrow. Better Coach Ranson does not know that you just cummed a second time, especially while I had my fingers in your ass.”
“Doc?”
“Eat it!” He ordered. “Clean your mess!”
I knelt down to be at the examination table level and licked my own cum out of it. It was no longer just a few ounces or a few drops, I was swallowing the results of a long and strong orgasm, my mouth was full of my sperm.
“The floor now.”
Oh God. It was getting worse. I tried to say no but I only made bubbles in my mouth. I felt terrible but I had to clean my mess. I felt lost.
“I’m a freak…” I mumbled.
“You really have been a messy boy.” The doctor said as I was now licking my own cum off the floor, only inches from his shoes.
I looked above me; he was looking severely at my naked body. I only realized then that I was in the exact position as one of the boys in the dirty magazine, submitting to his “father”. I finished licking the floor.
When I stood up, I was shaken up and was trembling heavily.
“Drink some of you supplements, it will help you get your focus back.” Doctor Peterson handed me the bottle I had started to drink and patted my shoulders.
“Yes, Sir. I just feel… I’m so sorry about that.”
“That’s all forgotten. Look you have re-ingested it. No harm done. Coach Ranson does not have to know, I guess that anal stimulation does that for some people.”
“You mean, the homosexuals?”
“No need to mess your brain with that, kiddo. I touched your prostate and you had a somewhat natural reaction. You don’t need to figure out what this whole means.”
I was on the verge of crying.
“Doctor, I’m just so confused.”
He grabbed my shoulders.
“Scotty, a lot of boys you age are confused. You just need to relax and trust the adults around you to help you find your way.”
I nodded. He smiled warmly at me.
“I’ll let you put your clothes back on, now.”
I had forgotten that I was still naked. I hastily put back my underwear and jeans.
“Oh wait, you still had not peed, right?” He handed another sample bottle. “Usually, I always want to pee after an orgasm. Can you fill that bottle now?”
I was the same way. I did desperately need to pee.
I just opened the fly on my jeans, got off my dick again, and pissed in the bottle right in front of the doctor. The idea of isolating myself did not even cross my mind.
“Don’t make a mess Scott, or you’ll have to drink it too!”
I stopped myself from peeing. The doctor was smiling largely. Surely, he was kidding, right? I did not want to find out.
“Do you have everything now?” I asked.
“I do! I’ll send the samples to the labs. Just do not forget to take your supplements for the weeks.”
I put back my shirt and sweatshirt and grabbed the bottles of supplements. I felt dizzy.
“May I go, now?”
“Of course, Scott, and please, no cumming until we have your full results. I can trust you on that?”
“You can, Sir.”
I walked to my dorm room like a zombie, my mind totally blank. I opened my door only to find Victor jerking off in his bed, he cummed on his chest as I was entering the room.
“I had to finish myself off!” He said with a smile.
“No problem.” I replied.
Really, this was nothing at this point.
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diseasedarchon
Legendary Member
“YOU ARE A SICK FUCK SCOTTY! WASH OUT YOUR SICKENING FAGGY SPERM OFF MY HAND! COACH, THE FAG COULD NOT HELP HIMSELF!” Ummmmmmmmmm well obviously that’s what when jerk someone off. I don’t know who Damien thinks he’s fooling
