WRESTLING TEAM GONE WILD (Erotic Story)

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 24: So many ways to cum (Part 2)

The training session went badly that evening, one of my worst of the entire year. I was exhausted and frankly, even wrestling was no longer sufficient to make sense of my days. Coach Ranson was a bit disappointed but he gave me more supplements and said it was normal to experience difficulties so close to the end of the season.

Coach Daniel told me that I should get a good night of sleep and maybe even go away for a few days after the following competition. He seemed more worried than annoyed.

Eventually, I decided to go talk to Doctor Peterson. I was less at ease with Doctor Peterson than I was with Coach Ranson but the Head Coach was always dismissive regarding the clinical trial for a B87 substitute and I wanted to tackle those medical issues for good.

I was really going mad and it was now weighing on my performance on the mat. I thought it was time to talk it through with a licensed medical professional.

I found him in our locker room while he was working on Amir’s thighs after our training session. I very much noticed how Amir’s hairy and thick cock was hard and throbbing as Peterson was massaging his thighs and I felt my dick twitching but of course, it did not get hard in my cage and I pretended like it was nothing.

Doctor Peterson agreed on the meeting while pushing his fingers deep into Amir’s crotch area. I could not see well. Where were he shoving his index and middle finger exactly?

“Let’s meet once I’m done with your teammate. You can wait for me in front of my office.”

I left the room under the distinct noise of Amir’s moans.

For a second, I judged Amir. I thought this was immodest and weird. Funny, right? Did I need to remind myself that I had cummed, not once but twice in the doctor’s office at the beginning of the semester?

Also, who was I kidding? I was literally wearing an unwashed singlet on which hundreds of cum loads had been deposited for the past few months.

I had gotten accustomed to the smell of jizz on me, but sometimes, someone would make it note to me and I would remember how much of a freak I had become. Besides the Wolves, no one would agree to see next to me in class.

Leo Peterson arrived maybe twenty minutes later. He was sweating.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting, Amir needed a lot of attention today.”

“No problem, Sir.”

He smiled and let me in. I got shivers when I saw the examination table where I had an orgasm while being fingered in the ass. I chased the thought.

“So, what bring you here, boy?”

He sat behind his desk and I took the chair in front of him.

“I… I was wondering if you had any news on this clinical trial. You know, to have a substitute for the protein I am lacking of… in my balls.”

“I told you those things can take months.”

“Yes, but I think this is quite urgent.”

He sighed. In some ways, he was very similar to the Head-Coach.

“I’m working on it, Scott. Why the hurry? Are you experiencing changes already, despite the measures we are taking? Attraction to other guys? To cocks?”

“No! I mean… I… I don’t know… I guess I do experiment some changes.”

“But Coach Ranson had taken all arrangements and measures to avoid any ejaculation, right?” Following my perplex look, the doctor got a bit impatient. “I’m referring to the cage, Scott!”

Of course, he was referring to the cage.

“Yes, yes. I have been wearing it. All the time. It’s been a little more than two weeks.”

“Can I see?”

His face had changed, he seemed suddenly very interested.

“Scott, I would like to check that it is not too tough for your genitals. If I remember correctly, those are quite prominent… and I was thinking… a cage… on that penis. Dear Lord.”

I did not try to argue back. It had been months since I had understood that there was no point in denying a man when he asks to see you naked. Besides, I had been worried myself whether my cock was simply not too big and thick for the tiny cage.

I took all of my clothes off, even the top, and Peterson got on his knees to take a look, and then a good feel, at my cage. He ran the metal thing under his lengthy fingers. I had gotten used to the cage but having it played with in this way was hurting.

“Remarkable.” The doctor commented, nodding his head in approval. “It must be helping you a lot.”

“In a sense.”

I replied as he was still touching the cage, and then, the flesh of my dick between the tiny metal bars.

“Tell me more, boy.”

“It does prevent the erection but not… not the thoughts in my mind….”

“What kind of thoughts, Scotty?”

Doctor Peterson finally let go of my cock and stood up, facing me.

“I….”

“You are talking to a licensed professional, Scott. You can tell me anything.”

“Just weird stuff…”

“Dirty thoughts?” He asked, almost in a hurry.

“Sort of…”

“Hummmm…”

He looked below us and stared at my locked cock, squeezed in the damn cage. I thought it may have been a bad idea to have come to Peterson but if there were a chance, even small, that he could help me, I had to try.

“Doctor, I… I think I am really losing my mind. I think a lot about what you said. About my sperm. About the need to keep it in me and swallow cum. But the more I do that, it’s like the more…”

“You’re craving it!”

He shouted, still a few inches away from my face, seemingly excited.

I got even more uncomfortable.

“No! I don’t crave it… It’s just… I cannot get hard so, of course, other dicks get my attention and…”

Doctor Peterson let go of another long sigh. He returned behind his desk and sat.

“Scott, nothing you are saying here is surprising and if you think about it, it is perfectly in line with what we were talking earlier this semester. The more time goes by, the more your mind is searching for the B87 protein, in any way, whether it is in a clinical trial or inside the balls of your teammates.”

I swallowed my saliva and looked at the floor, ashamed.

“Doc… I’m not gay though.”

He smiled.

“Again, you are torturing yourself unnecessarily with that question! If you want my honest opinion, I do not think you are turning into a gay man. On the contrary, you might be on the right track to become yourself again.”

“You really think so? I feel like it’s getting worse and worse!”

“Scott, has anyone ever told you that sometimes in life, one has to get worse before one can get better? We shall not confuse the symptoms of a real disease with the side effects of its cure.”

“What are you saying?”

“We can both agree on the fact that prevented yourself from cumming is driving you mad. Right?”

“Right!”

Finally, he was saying something that was making sense, that I could easily agree on!

“You must be dreaming of getting hard, releasing your male juice at every occasion you get, and you are forbidden to do so! For good reasons, of course. Your wrestling results are spectacular and you are getting your level of testosterone at a healthier level for you. Still, every young man would become insane if forbidden from unloading once in a while. If I can share something personal with you, boy, I must beat my meat twice a day just to feel sane.”

“So, you understand, doc!” The relief I was feeling to finally be understood was so intense that I almost cried. “I just have to let go of the cage and…”

“And what? Cum! Jizz! Ejaculate! Like a freaking sex maniac! You know that, at this stage, you won’t be able to prevent yourself from doing it as soon as we will free you from this device! Scott, should we really stop the cure because of the side effects?”

“Yeah! We should! If the cure is worse than the disease. Doc, I don’t understand. You were saying just now that everyone would get mad in my position, I thought you were getting it…”

He cut me off again:

“Ok then. We can stop it all. You’ll probably sink deeper into your obsessions for straight male’s cum and that will be it. Not talking about the fact that you have three competitions left and it will probably ruin everything you have built on the mat so far! You really think that you will be able to win a match if you lose all of your testosterone? Is this really what you want, Scott, to be a loser again?”

“I don’t want that!” I started crying. I was trembling too. “There is just no solution. I’m a freak!”

Doctor Peterson changed his tone and put his hand on mine, it stopped shaking.

“There is a solution, Scott. We just need to work on the side effects.”

“How?”

“Pretty simple. You obviously cannot ejaculate and it is safer for you not to get hard. That’s a fact. But not cumming… not having an orgasm… That’s the real tough part, here. You’re constantly under pressure and that comes with some undesirable side effects.”

“So yeah, again, it’s an impossible situation!”

I was really getting frustrated. I thought that he was on my side, and now, some more bullshit.

“Scott! You are reacting as if ejaculation is the only way to reach some sort of release!”

“I don’t understand…”

“Don’t you remember what happened in this exact room a few months ago?”

I got red. I clearly remembered it.

“Doctor, I…”

“You had an orgasm by your prostate being stimulated, Scott!”

“And I did cum!”

“Yes, but that was your mistake, the pleasure was already there before you unload sperm from your balls. The orgasm started as soon as I reached your prostate. And at the time, you had no cage to protect you from…”

I did not control myself. I stood up, bumping into the desk and making a few books fall from it. It was not something that I had anticipated but his words had woken a crazy reaction inside of me.

I yelled:

“NO! I won’t let you finger my ass again! NEVER AGAIN!”

I was shaking like crazy now, crying too. What was happening to me? It was like something else, someone else had woken up inside of me. Sadly, I did not realize back then that it was an attempt from the real me to come back and save me. The new me just got scared by my sudden and unexpected reaction.

Doctor Peterson seemed shocked. He almost fell from his chair.

“Jesus, Scott. How dare you say something like that? Why would I finger an athlete besides from a physical check-up? I am really concerned by what you are implying here. You are the one who came to me tonight, asking for advice.”

“Doc, what you were saying…”

I was still trembling. My heart was racing fast.

“I was just saying that there are many ways for a man to reach pleasure and orgasm without releasing cum, or at least, too much of it. That’s all. You need to control your nerves, boy, I think the fame from wrestling and your porn career are getting to you.”

I felt silly, it was like I had just accused him of assaulting me. He really seemed hurt. Me, I just could no longer think straight. I did not even react at the porn career comment.

“I’m sorry… I just… I told you. I’m losing my mind.”

“Sit.” He commanded.

I obliged.

“Scott. I am going to ask you to close your eyes, and then, I will touch you. I can assure you that I will not do anything you would feel uncomfortable with. It will simply be in the sake of proving a point. Do not worry, I won’t go anywhere near your ass.”

After my outburst, I had no intention of refuting him anything. I was naked but sitting on my big butt so I figured he could not reach my asshole anyway.

I closed my eyes and I breathed slowly. I felt the doctor coming near me. My heart was pounding loudly in my chest.

This is where my life changed. I felt his cold hand against my pecs, but then his fingers around my nipples, a slight squeeze and…

Aaaaaaaaaah…

Some pleasure! Finally!

My dick was not hard, and of course, I was not cumming but his squeeze on my left nipple while he was massaging my right pec procured a sensation in me which was very close to what I felt when I would reach orgasm or when a girl had touched me for the first time.

I let go of an irrepressible moan but I kept my eyes closed. For the first time in weeks, my mind was clear.

“Does this help? Should I keep going?” The doctor whispered in my ear, pinching harder.

“Yeah… yes… please….”

It was one of the craziest moments of my life. It was like the doctor had turned on a switch and I had shifted into a completely different human being.

He touched my right nipple and massaged them both at the same time. I felt another sensation, he was no longer squeezing, nor pinching, but aaaaaaah… that felt nice. I opened my eyes finally, and it was no longer his fingers on my left nipple but his wet tongue.

He took his first bite while I was watching him, flabbergasted.

He stopped when he realized I was looking at him.

“See, my boy, there are so many ways to cum without wasting any sperm.”

I nodded yes. My dick was struggling more than ever to remain soft inside of the metal bars but at the same time, I felt peace.

“This is crazy…” I mumbled.

“Just natural reactions from the man’s body, nothing crazy or weird in that. Obviously, the genitals are a very sensitive part of our bodies and men are used to stimulate them, but there are many more erogenous parts. They can differ from one person to another, but for you, it is clear that the prostate and now the nipples are particularly receptive to stimulation.”

“I have never… I did not think that my nipples could…”

“I think it is time that you learn about your body Scott.”

He searched for something in his desk, and got a toy out. I did not recognize it at first but then I realized it was a butt plug, a little pink one, I had seen some in porn movies before. He also got some magazines; they looked like medical stuff but there were naked men on the covers.

“Doc… I told you; I don’t want anything in my ass…”

He smiled at me.

“Scott, this is only a gift for you. You can do whatever you want with it. I understand that you do not want another man near your asshole. I’m the same way so I totally get you. You don’t even have to try it, if working your nipples is sufficient, and given your reaction right there, I think it might be, you will be able to find some release and it will mitigate all the side effects of wearing a cage. But if not, this toy could really help you out and it would be a shame not to try it because of your prejudice.”

I took the damn thing, wondering if it had already been used before.

“But I could just pleasure myself with my nipples then, and it would help me?”

It seemed like such a perfect and simple solution.

“Look, what I did to you here was barely anything. I did not want to overstep; I think it is important that we keep some boundaries between the athletes and the staff. But think about what you could feel if you really took the time to explore…”

For the next twenty minutes, the doctor showed me pictures and graphs of males self-pleasuring themselves. Weirdly, it never involved them jerking off but they would finger themselves, shoved dildo up their asses and/or put clamps on their nipples…. A new world was opening itself to me.

I came back to the dorm late in the evening and Victor was already sleeping.

To be honest, I could not wait to try and play with my nipples but I did not want to do that while my roommate was in the room. I also took the butt plug, being convinced that I would never use it but Peterson had been insistent. I hid it in a shoe box under my bed.

That night, I thought that my problems were solved. If I could pleasure myself without being hard or cumming, I could appease my mind and finally let go of my weird obsessions around dicks and jizz.

When I woke up the next morning, Victor had jizzed on my face once again. It had not woken me up that time. At least I thought he had been considerate enough not to rub himself against me and careful not to disturb my sleep.

See, I had managed to put some boundaries. My life was finally improving!

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I feel like scott is going to start losing which is annoying. We're all taking in this story differently for me all the manipulation is annoying especially from Francis, victor and the dr like they're clearly chatting shit how is this working. With the coach I can kind of see how the manipulation would work but the rest nah.

But at least scott being the champion that's at least one win for him and a big one because he's passionate about wrestling. But this chapter is giving me vibes that he's going to start to losing which means I'm just going to be reading him being mind fucked yaaay

 

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 25: Eddy (Part 1)

I lost my first match of the season.

It was bound to happen at some point but, as I was carefully following all instructions from Coach Ranson and the staff, I thought I would be able to avoid that.

Surely, I was delusional. No athlete can win every single one of their games for an entire year, but failing was simply not an option in my mind. I was not conditioned to fail.

I did fail though.

To be fair, that competition went very badly from the start.

Before we even hopped in the bus which would drive us there, I was feeling on edge. The Head Coach unlocked the metal cage and freed my abnormally long cock. I had played with my nipples in the shower that morning so I thought I would be able to control myself and my erection for a while… Turned out I was dead wrong!

When the cage was lifted from my elephant sized dick, damn it, the whole thing rose like a fucking bouncy castle! My shaft became hard in a matter of seconds, poking against Coach Ranson’s face (the poor guy!) who was putting the cage’s tiny key back in one of his pockets.

Instantly, I knew that any hope of self-control was pointless.

Maybe I should first clarify that I did go to a shower stall that morning but only to caress, squeeze and pinch my nipples in peace. The Coach was very clear about me not showering, or not cleaning myself at all, before the competitions. He wanted me to be as raw as possible.

I only went to the stall to hide myself from Victor and the other guys of the dorm while I was pleasuring myself.

This desire for privacy might seem a little strange since my roommate was beating his meat in my presence all the times, and often, he was literally stroking on me, but I thought that nipples play was a too gay and a too weird thing to do with someone else in the room.

Funny saying that when In the first hour of the morning, my roommate had made me suck his dick. He woke up with his usual morning wood and was stroking himself in his bed, lying naked above the covers.

He needed some release and I could always use some fresh cum to provide me with some energy and proteins, especially before a big competition. I deepthroated his cock and I swallowed most of his loads. It was already a daily occurrence at this point anyway.

Apparently, I did not catch it all in my mouth. There was some of Victor’s cum left on my right cheek but even this, I did not wipe off. I knew that the Head Coach would appreciate it being there to throw my opponents off some more.

Anyway, I got out of the shower stall as dirty as I was getting in, but feeling a bit more relaxed after playing with my sensitive nipples. I foolishly thought it would help me gain some more self-control throughout the day…

Wishful thinking.

In theory, being hard on the mat during competitions was very much encouraged and cumming on my opponents was the only time where ejaculation was tolerated.

However, with that huge dick suddenly free after multiple weeks in the cage and pulsating, I felt like I had just gotten a new limb attached on my crotch, or that I was sharing my body with another living and breathing creature. It was quite disturbing.

I no longer knew how to live with that monstruous thing moving against my abs, rising to incredible length, begging to explode, and leaking tons of precum without barely any interruption.

I missed the cage!

Even the Coach seemed surprised by my dick’s reaction. It was really on another level.

See, I am referring to my dick’s reaction, as if that thing had a mind on its own! There was me, and then, there was “Elephant sized Dick”.

I was on edge all the way towards the competition and every little bump in the bus (damn, the bumps in the roads!) made me release ounces of precum in my underwear. Damian and Eli had a good laugh every time it happened, the slime passing through my sweatpants, my bulge being quite obscene, forming a gigantic tent.

Personally, I was not in a mood to laugh.

If the previous weeks had been difficult and confusing, what I was experiencing at this stage was extending way beyond that. Without my cage on, it was like I had lost all control over my thoughts’ process. Elephant Sized Dick was taking all of my mental space.

I even named it in my mind. Elephant Dick became E.D. which, after a while, became Eddy.

Things only got worse when we changed into our singlets in the locker-room and during the weigh-in.

I was leaking so much precum everywhere that Amir seriously asked me if I was not just pissing at that point. I swore to him that it was not piss (I had only pissed on myself one time!). Or rather, I mumbled an incoherent response. I did not have enough blood flow in my brain to have a normal conversation with anyone.

Eddy was taking everything from me and wanted all the attention. All I could do was focusing on not cumming right there, in the middle of the room, without even touching myself.

Travis was there, also preparing for the competition, and his presence threw me off even more. While he was changing, he looked at me with a stupid concerned look on his face as if I needed his help or something. He had betrayed me! I did not want to have anything to do with him.

I almost begged the Coach to cage me again during the competition, simply because I did not know how to deal with Eddy.

Coach Ranson said that I was not allowed to wear any jewellery on the mat and a chastity cage was considered as such. Fuck! I was all over the place and not at all in my normal “focused beast mode” before competing.

In this context, what was meant to happen, happened.

My first match was against a fierce Eagles’ junior student. A black guy with thick black hair all over his body, - his armpits looked like a rain forest -, he was barely 20 years old but he could have been mistaken for a 30 years old man. He was still rather slim which explained why he was fighting within my weight class.

People were shouting “Cum Stick” in the crowd, I was still the audience’s favourite.

My opponent was sporting a flaccid cock under his singlet, which was now a rare occurrence during competitions, (most athletes were hard throughout the competition), but he was not afraid of feeling me up.

Part of his grabbing and touching was quite classic wrestling moves – let’s be real, even before that crazy season, the sport had always been pretty “hands on” -, but part of it was also that he took every occasion to feel and even stroke my humongous cock.

The guy did not seem to give a single fuck about my singlet recking cum or that it presented huge stains of fresh precum. He wanted to make me lose my mind, to throw me off… and he was succeeding! To be fair, he did not have to do much.

See, the problem was that it was not just the two of us on the mat that day. We were three, Eddy was a full participant to the match and had his own ambitions: Cumming, as hard as he possibly could.

I was meant to wait for later in the competition to ejaculate, ideally during my last match. The strategy was to keep me in a high state of horniness and aggressiveness throughout the matches before the big finish.

But that time, less than one minute in the course of my first fight, after another stroke of my opponent, my dick exploded and I, or rather Eddy, released volleys after volleys of cum.

I felt the usual dizziness but for the first time in my life, I did not feel any pleasure from cumming. Eddy was spurting loads and loads of spunk and I hated it, I did not want to cum, I had not been authorized to do so by my Head Coach! The guilt was taking all of my brain space.

I was mad at me, mad at the world, but above all, mad at Eddy.

Yeap, I was becoming truly insane!

The other athlete kept on wrestling right in the middle of my orgasm. He had his fat black ass pushed against my face as I was experiencing spasms and filling my singlet with what felt like gallons of sperm.

I barely remember anything afterwards except from painfully standing up as my opponent was having his fist raised in the air by the referee.

He had one fair and square and I had lost my first match of the season.

The despair that I felt at that moment is merely impossible to describe. It was like my whole life had been ruined, that everything I had done thus far had been meaningless. Who was I if I was not the guy with the perfect victories’ strike?

The Eagles’ athlete who had beaten was not even that good. He had no chance to win the championship but he got me. That could only mean that I was a worthless piece of shit. Right? I had let Eddy ruin everything.

I went back to one of the locker-rooms with my mind filled with dark thoughts. Thankfully, the place was empty. I had no idea what to do. I punched a wall to release some pressure and only hurt myself in the process. Dumb move. I did not even feel like crying, I was numb.

Coach Ranson came to save me. I did not hear him coming but suddenly, like a super hero in a Marvel movie, he was right behind me.

“Look at me, Scott.”

I turned around, ashamed and shaky.

“Coach, I… I’m sorry…. I was not in the game; it was like my dick had a mind of his own… I don’t think the cage was a good idea, now, I’m totally…”

He slapped me hard across the face. That shut me up.

“This is no time for self-pity or whining, Scott. As usual, you are over-thinking it! That’s why you cannot focus on the mat.”

I nodded yes.

The Head Coach grabbed my head between his hands and got his own face two inches from me. It almost felt like he was about to French kiss me, his breathe smelt like coffee. Coach Ranson terrified me but he was also the only person that I could trust. He knew everything about me, my flaws, my insecurities, he had brought me to the top and I had disappointed him, once again.

“Coach… I lost. We don’t have our winning strike anymore.”

He looked at me with such an intensity that it gave me chills.

“Listen to me, boy. What you are living is a defining moment, right here. A moment where everything you have worked for can either collapse under your feet, or where you can show to the world what you are made of. You are still far ahead in the championship. Either you will show resilience and win the entire thing or you will show cowardness and you will let us all down.”

Again, I nodded yes. I would truly have done anything to deserve that man’s respect.

“Scott, we know how to make you win matches so we are going to do exactly that.” Coach Ranson let go of my head. “I’m taking care of everything, you, you do exactly what I say, and most of all, you do not think! Is that clear?”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Fine. Sit there, in this corner, I’ll be back in a few minutes. If someone comes in, don’t move. I’ll try to have this place for ourselves.” He stopped before going out and added: “Russel, never forget the virtue of obedience.”

I sat down in the corner as I was told.

Because it was the Head Coach’s instruction, I simply shut my brain. In a way, it was so comfortable not feeling that distress anymore. Feeling nothing was exactly what I needed in that moment.

The Coach came back as promised but he was not alone.

His assistant, Coach Daniel, and Doctor Peterson were there but I was surprised to see them with Francis and Robert de Portier. Francis was filming. Maybe if I had been authorized to think, I would have asked why.

“Ok, Scott. This was my mistake.” Coach Ranson started. “I should not have let you go on the mat like this. We gave an opportunity for the other athlete to touch and distract you, and as it was predictable, you lost. It was a poor choice on my part.”

“But Coach, he had to touch me, we are wrestling…”

Coach Ranson slapped me again. Harder than the first time. I swallowed my saliva. Robert de Portier made a little sound, between gasping and moaning.

“What did I tell you about thinking, Russel? Fuck! Cannot you follow simple instructions and shut the hell up?”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“During the last competition, you were so filled with piss and cum that not a single athlete dared to really go after you. That was the only thing that got you to victory!”

“The only thing…?”

“You know those guys are better at wrestling than you are, their physic is better, their technique is better, but you are the best when it comes to how far you are willing to go to win a game. You are the cum-stick, you are the inventor of the hose technique! You’re not afraid of degrading yourself to score a point! Fuck, Scotty, that’s what make you a freaking star!”

I nodded yes. The Coach was so right. I had never been the best when it comes to actually fight. I may have been a fraud. But I was so committed to do everything to win that it helped me reaching this status of College Wrestling’s Star.

The Head Coach grabbed and pulled my hair to get my full attention back. He already had it but I remained silent.

Making sure I would understand and make mine every of his words, he slowly said:

“Clearly, we need to cover and fill you with cum until you are so fucking disgusting than not a single athlete would dare to come near you. It is time to really turn you into the Cum Stick you claim to be and that, my boy, will be your path to greatness.”

He let go of my hair and for the third time, I nodded yes.

“Gentlemen, I believe it is time we all take one for the team.” The Head Coach declared to the others members of the staff, pulling down his nylon shorts, revealing his already hard and leaking cock.

Leo Peterson and Robert de Portier opened their respective flies on my right, Daniel who was standing on my left did not budge.

“Daniel, go on.” Ranson scolded his assistant Coach. “The boy can blow you if you cannot get hard by yourself.”

Daniel slowly slid down his sweat pants and presented his limp, but still fat, uncut cock. I instinctively knelt down and leaned towards it. I put his dick in my mouth in one go, even reaching the balls with my tongue. It was warm. Getting him in the mood, it was the least I could do.

“Yeah, make that dick hard, we’ll get you some alpha juice.” Francis commented on the side, he had no difficulty maintaining a strong erection, jacking off near my mouth full.

I wondered again why he was filming. But I chased that thought. I was not authorized to think.

It was much easier just to follow instructions to lick and suck Daniel’s dick. I was doing a good job, the Assistant Coach was finally getting hard in my throat. I was proud.

I licked the edge of his dick before sucking the whole thing. It was less hairy than the Head Coach’s or even Damian’s. Would I dare say that it tasted good?

The staff formed a circle around me and I went from one dick to the other, ended up blowing each of their cocks. Robert was moaning in a weird high-pitched voice but I did not let that disturb me. Peterson was calling me a fag every 30 seconds. But I kept going. Coach had told me so.

“You’ve gotten so much better at this.” The Head Coach praised. “Come on, give us your best shot my boy, we don’t have much time, only a few minutes and you will be called for your next match. We need to cum all over you, you have to help us.”

I deepthroated him and gagged, a lot. It usually worked to get men cumming. My dick was getting hard again, probably the proof that I was regaining energy. Maybe the proof that I was gay… Just like everyone else had told me before.

Wait no, Eddy was the one getting hard, not me! Eddy was the gay one! (When I told you I was becoming mad!)

“Fucking cum dump.” Francis mumbled while rubbing his dick all over my eyes. I was sucking Robert’s smaller cock at that moment.

The photographer was the first one to jizz and he sprayed my entire face. I would say at least five big loads and he squeezed the last drops directly on my lips. I was not supposed to swallow the cum, - of course, I could still ingest a few drops -, but this whole procedure was mostly for the show. I needed to be dripping with cum before my next match in order to recreate the conditions of my victory against Travis.

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Look at that I was right

 

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 25: Eddy (Part 2)

Robert de Portier followed suit and covered my face as well. He screamed like a little girl when he reached orgasm and he aimed poorly. Thankfully, I had enough of his cum on my cheeks and the rest fell on my translucent singlet.

Daniel Peterson jizzed as well, emptying his balls on my hair.

Daniel and Coach Ranson kept on stroking for a few minutes before they were ready to cum.

I did my best to help them, alternating between their two thick cocks in my mouth. The two men looked quite similar, like a father and son duo. The Head Coach had his hand around his assistant’s shoulders, whispering words of encouragement in his ear. Daniel had his eyes closed for most of the time.

The Head Coach seemed to be ready to cum for quite a while but as I had learnt before, he had full control over his orgasms. He was patiently waiting for Daniel to jizz before him. He even guided my face towards his assistant’s cock so I knew where to put my focus.

My jaw started to ache.

Daniel cummed while Coach Ranson was grabbing my hair and pushing me deeper into Daniel’s meat. My nose was squashed against his lower abs. The guy had a defined 8 packs we were all jealous of.

The warm loads of sperm were released in my throat as I was swallowing Daniel’s entire shaft. What a crazy feeling it was, this dick which was once soft, now throbbing and exploding inside of me. Success!

“SPIT THAT BACK!” The Coach yelled.

Fuck! Daniel was not supposed to cum in me but on me! I did spit most of it out. The slime fell on my singlet and dripped from my chin.

“FUCK YEAH! That’s my dirty boy” The Head Coach exclaimed.

And finally, he cummed as well, his thick cum achieving to cover my entire face. His dick was the largest of the four, his balls wear heavy and full before his orgasm. Without any surprise, his ejaculation was by far the biggest of the staff. By the end of it, I was literally drenched.

Mission accomplished: I felt filthier than ever. I was ready to go on the mat.

But it was not over. Actually, it was only the beginning of a very long day.

“Cum is only part of it, boy. Last time, you had pissed all over yourself, like a freaking pig. Do that as well.” The Coach commanded.

Daniel’s eyes widened in shock. He was holding his large dick, softening up in his hand.

I tried to piss. I really did. But my dick was only leaking precum. Eddy really was not a helpful companion!

“I’m sorry, Coach. I’m trying, I think I can’t…”

He slapped me for the third time. Each time, the slap was getting harder and that time, my face almost hit a wall. Although that time, a few layers of cum got thrown out on the wall. Robert de Portier gasped again. He even took a few steps back.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU, RUSSEL!? You lost your fucking match, that means that you have lost your fucking rights to think! Jesus. We really have to do everything ourselves.”

The Head Coach pushed the other members of the staff away, Francis moved back but still held his camera firmly. And then, Coach Ranson started to piss on me. Yellow warm piss was hitting my face, my eyes, my mouth, my singlet.

Thankfully, I was no longer thinking or I would have probably been disgusted by this. I was just feeling numb. I could not lose another match. The stakes were too high. No matter the cost, I had to turn into that wrestling beast again.

“Coach…” Daniel mumbled.

The poor assistant looked stunned. I smiled to reassure him that it was all good, piss running down my coated with cum face.

“Remarkable.” Peterson commented.

The stream of piss lasted for a while, maybe one minute or two, and I remained still. When he was done, coach Ranson put back his nylon shorts. I smelt like a public toilet in a sports’ bar. In a way, I was glad to be punished after my poor results. I deserved this.

How the fuck Eddy was still hard after that?!

“Time to go on the mat, son.”

The Head Coach had the biggest smile on his face. I saw pride in the way he was looking at me and I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I stood up like the well-trained boy that I was but my legs were shaking. How was I going to be able to fight in this state?

But as always, the Coach had been right. When I came out under the applause, hissing and yelling of “the cum stick, the cum stick, the cum stick”, the young opponent before me looked absolutely terrified.

As a side note, the referee almost puked when I tried to shake his hand.

“MY LORD!” He yelled.

Coach Ranson dismayed the referee’s concerns:

“Nothing against wrestling’s regulations here. The boy is only wearing his singlet, you can’t dismiss him for not having properly showered.”

The referee still went to consult with someone from the Wrestling Competition Regulations’ board. He came back a few minutes later to start the match. The Coach smiled at me, we had won the legal battle, now, I just had to win the match.

I could not see myself, there was no mirror there, but the looks around me were quite telling. The other Wolves had seen me in so many states of degradation already but even them seemed shocked. Hard underneath his singlet, Tom followed me as if I was an alien.

I was truly living up to my reputation of cum stick, although, during the day, I was also called cum dumpster or cum rag. Not once I questioned what I was doing in the sake of winning.

Just as the Coach had anticipated, when the match started, my opponent was barely able to come near me. He was talking to himself: “fuck, that’s piss, that’s freaking piss…”

He ended up leaving me alone on the mat while I was approaching him to pin him down. The guy was afraid of me, he literally ran away!

Fucking coward, I thought, regaining confidence. Eddy pulsating in my tight singlet, ready to attack as well.

The Coach stated later on that I had, once again, made history that day, winning a wrestling match without even touching my opponent once. I was definitely revolutionizing the sport!

If you can believe it, the competition only got crazier from this point on.

Having proof that his new experimental method had made me win my match, the Head Coach asked Francis to find fans of the Wrestling Team Gone Wild page in the audience (which was very easy to do) and asked them to cum on my face right before my third match.

Quick and simple.

I still had the dried up cum from the wrestling’s staff but I needed to be covered with warm and fresh cum for the effect to really work on my next adversaries.

I passed by Travis on my way out the gymnasium, he tried to talk to me but I ignored him. Things were complicated enough; I did not need anyone to bring me further down. Also, despite all, I had just won again and I was feeling good.

I was brought to a large men’s bathroom. I was told that there was no need to go into a toilet stall so I knelt down next to the urinals, Daniel was keeping the door outside, making sure we would not be bothered. Coach Ranson and Francis were in there with me, waiting for “the fans”.

We did not have to wait for long.

A man around 60 years old came in first. I recognized him as he was an obscenely obese Latino guy (probably the fattest guy I had ever seen in my life) who I often noticed wearing a poster with the sign #WTGW in the crowd. He was a regular at the competitions since the middle of the first semester. He was also wearing a black suit most of the times.

Francis was filming when the business man pulled down his trousers below his very large ass and started to stroke his tiny dick mostly hidden under his belly. I had not realized that it was hard, his shaft was so small. He cummed on me after only a few back and forth. I did not even have to suck him. His sperm was translucent.

Even though he was gross, this guy did serve a purpose. All the other men that came after him, and there were many of them, looked and tasted so much better so it really helped me going through the experience.

The fat business man exchanged some chit-chat with Francis and even gave him a bill.

After that, two other guys entered the bathroom. They were younger, holding hands, a couple of gay guys. One very slim and tall, the other more athletic but shorter. They French kissed each other while I was sucking their respective dicks that they were pushing inside my mouth at the same time. Talk about love!

“Hurry, guys, we told you, two minutes per loads!” Coach Ranson said.

“There are two of us, we should have at least four minutes.” The taller guy complained.

“Scott, come on, make them cum! We don’t have all day.” The Head Coach slapped me behind the head and I resumed my sucking, making sure I would make them unload quickly. Apparently, it was my responsibility.

The tall guy jizzed on me first but it was the other guy who truly surprised me with the amount of cum he could produce in one ejaculation. He was a good challenger to the Coach! He released so much spunk in my hair that it looked like I had taken a shower… well, a shower of sperm of course.

Again, they gave some money to Francis before leaving. I then realized there was a line forming outside the door. Shit. The staff really had made sure that I would be drenched with cum and the “fans” were definitely ready to help!

In total, probably fifteen guys, perfect strangers, or maybe they were twenty, I honestly cannot say, came by the bathroom to use me as their personal cum dumpster. Some I would suck, others I would not, depending on the instructions from my Head Coach.

Again, shutting my brain off made this whole process so much easier.

A couple of guys pissed on me. I drank some by mistake. Did I still believe it was all for the sport? I just did not ask this myself this question anymore. Truthfully, I did not ask any question anymore.

The last guy of that session (because another bukkake session would start right after my third match, but we will come to that) was sort of ringing a bell. I had the feeling that I had already met him somewhere. We did not have time to chat though.

He was about 40 years old, had a wedding ring on his finger, and requested to face fuck me and to blow his load in my throat. This did not make much sense because the idea behind this whole thing was to be covered in cum but Francis and Coach Ranson both accepted this deal on my behalf.

Contrary to all the other men before him, the guy got entirely naked. He was fit and quite hairy.

He wasted no time before pounding my face, hard, just like Damian would do. He did not mind if I was choking or almost puking on his hairy veiny cock. He liked to slap me too. He pushed his foot in my mouth at some point and had a good laugh when my face got purple.

“That’s daddy little fag, right?” He was saying.

Coach Ranson got worried… I mean, about the time, not about me of course!

My next match was about to start. He asked the face fucker to finish me off. The guy complained about the lack of time but he replaced his foot by his dick and cummed a few fat loads inside my throat.

Before going, he did say:

“Remember me? We messaged each other on Insta! I’m Wrestlingfan69. You’re the best, man. Fucking amazing how you can take all these loads and all these dicks without flinching.”

He whispered to Francis but I heard him clearly: “Next time, I want his ass.”

For a split second, my mind went back on this day of December when I found out about the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page during a train ride. At the time, I was mortified that a video where I was being jizzed on could leak online. I was worried about such silly things!

My reminiscence lasted for a second only, because I had to rush back on the mat.

Matches 3 and 4 were to follow and I was fucking ready.

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This was terrible didn't enjoy at all, this of course isnt me telling you to change the story I mean it's already been written and it doesnt take away from skill as a writer plus you have people that like this but for me I dont like it its a frustrating read.

I especially dont like the fact the coach is now saying scott has never been a good wrestler and scott is believing it. And now the public are jizzing on him and he's giving these strangers BJ at a competitor like come on you've lost me.

I hope Russell comes to his senses and gets revenge he needs to get his own back if he doesn't honestly that's just a but shit for him to go through all this now come out the winner

 

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I still wonder if he gets revenge...

Same and really hope he does

 

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 26: A new age of wrestling (Part 2)

Thankfully, the Head Coach came in before I could act on that thought. He was naked, his limp but thick cock dangling between his large thighs as he walked towards me.

“I thought I could use a shower too; it was a stressful day.” He stated.

I nodded yes, it had been.

The Coach shampooed his beard and his hair and enjoyed the water falling down on his skin. I looked at him. It was so rare seeing him without his cap or his blue nylon shorts. Right at this moment, as I watched him scrubbing his hairy pecs and muscular dad body, I started crying under the shower.

Like a kid, unable to stop myself, I sobbed. I did not even know why I was crying.

When Coach Ranson realized that, he turned off the shower head and walked towards me. He looked at me for a few seconds, did not say a word and he hugged me. His hairy and wet body pressed against my own.

“There, there boy. It was an intense day, right? Must have been very difficult for you to lose that first match.”

“Yeah…” I said, my head buried in his shoulder.

The Coach was patting my hair again. I felt safe in his arms.

“But you did good, boy. You did very good. Nobody can be on top all the time, true champions are being recognized when they bounce back after a failure. And what a way to bounce back! The other team forfeited all of his members. This was a tremendous service for our entire team. You were a hero today, Scott.”

I let go of his embrace. I did not want to look weak, and also, his dick was getting hard against my thigh.

“Coach, I won but…” Finally, I managed to say it, the thing that maybe was bothering me the most: “I am not sure I want to win if it is like this.”

“Scott, you are a fantastic wrestler. As any other professional athlete, you are using every tool at your disposal to win. You did wrestle today and, if you won, it simply means you were the best at it!”

“I barely fought during the matches! Everyone was too afraid to get anywhere near me!”

“My boy, you have to realize that we have entered a new age of wrestling and you are the greatest champion of this new era! Why cannot you just appreciate this? The other athletes, the ones who have forfeited their chances, they are the ones who should feel ashamed, Scott. Not you.”

“Coach… Could we just… For the finale competitions of the season, could we go back to the actual wrestling, I mean the fighting? I want to win through a great move, not because I have been pissed and cummed on by tons of guys before going on to the mat.”

Saying this out loud shocked me. Not only it was crazy to admit casually that I had just been pissed on, but I was also sort of standing up to the Coach which at this point, seemed like such a huge act of bravery.

Coach Ranson looked disappointed but he smiled at me.

“Of course, Scott. I would never make you do something you are not comfortable with. You know that. If you are willing to take the risk of losing, then, so be it. You are ultimately the one champion here, not me.”

“I think I would want to show another side of me for the last matches of the season, that’s all. I know I can beat these guys on technique only.”

“Then, we will do exactly that.”

“Thanks, Coach.”

Crazy thing was, it did not even cross my mind that my wrestling Coach had essentially allowed me to “fight” during my matches. Like if it was a crazy request or something! I was genuinely appreciative of Coach Ranson hearing me out and letting me training on my wrestling technique… The irony was just too good!

“Listen, Scott. I was very impressed by you today. Never feel ashamed of what you are willing to do to be victorious. You are a pioneer and this is always a difficult spot but generations after you will look up you. Just think of our young Tom, how he wishes to be like you someday!”

“You’re right, Coach, I swear. I… I am feeling better now.”

The Head Coach put a towel around his waist and went back in the locker-room. I followed him. There was a strong smell in there, oh well, that was my singlet of course. Coach Ranson was going through a bag and got something out of it.

The chastity cage! I felt my dick shrunken at this sight.

“You saw how things can degenerate when you are not wearing this, Scott? You were clearly distraught.”

Again, I knew that he was right. I had even begged him to put the cage back on me so I could forget about Eddy during the competition.

“Coach, it was like my dick had a mind of its own, like it was not even part of me… I know it must sound weird… It was like my dick was someone else.”

“Shhhh.” He put his finger on my lips. “Thankfully, the last competitions of the year are a month away. That means that you will be able to wear this non-stop for nearly five weeks. It should help you feel much better! You won’t have to think about your monstruous abnormal cock for 31 days. Imagine just how great it will be to have some peace of mind.”

I smiled largely at that thought. Truly, I was relieved. I had hated the feeling of Eddy getting control over me.

Without any further discussion, I let the Head Coach put the cage back on my dick. It hurt a bit when he forced my foreskin between the metal bars but I knew I would be better off without Eddy in my life. I could still rub my nipples if I needed to feel some sort of a sexual release.

When I came back in the dorm, Victor was looking at something on his computer.

Damn, Francis had been quick! It was a video entitled “Bukkake from and for the fans! (live during competition!)” posted on the Wrestling Team Gone Wild Onlyfans’ page. The video was on pause while I was kneeling down in the bleak gymnasium’s bathroom, getting jizzed on by an obese guy.

“Dude, you really went for it today!” Victor said, visibly impressed.

“Yeah… I lost my first match and the Coach thought….”

“The page is blowing up!” He showed me his computer, the Onlyfans post had already more than 100 likes. Shit, how many people were now subscribed to the page?

The video featuring my teammates entitled “Wrestling team REALLY gone wild – 5 cocks for 1 fag” would be featured later on that week and would be even more successful.

Victor opened another page and there I was, standing up, looking proud, drenched and smeared with cum. But it was not a private site, it was posted on a public forum. Dozens of pictures of me had been published there in the last few hours.

“I… I thought this would remain private.” I mumbled, feeling my heart racing.

“Scott, those pictures are not from the Onlyfans, they come from the official images of the competition. They were taken on the mat, inside the gymnasium.”

“Oh…”

I thought about what the Coach had told me about the new age of wrestling. This was it then.

“Relax, man. It’s not worse than anything you have done before. But I have to say, it kind of got me horny again.” Victor told, while grabbing his hard cock.

Did I mention that he was naked? I thought it was obvious since he did no longer wear any clothes when we were in our dorm room.

“Wait. Dude, you get hard watching me?” I spoke.

Weirdly, I still had some brief moments of clarity. Those were getting rare though.

“I mean, yeah. I know how good you are at giving blowjobs. You have to understand, mate. If you find yourself a good cocksucker, when you see his mouth filled with sperm, it kinda gives you ideas… Women or fags, does not make much different. Just a natural reaction.” He stroked his cock.

“Fuck you, Victor, I’m not a fag or a cocksucker. I did that only to win the comp, it’s just how wrestling is now! And you know that I need the sperm because of the proteins!”

He bursted out laughing.

“A cock sucker is someone who sucks cocks. Simple definition. You do suck cocks, and a lot of it, so there is no way around it, you’re a cock sucker. Besides, there is no insult in that, I don’t know why you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad, it’s just…”

“And you’re clearly delusional, man. It’s obvious that you love it. Now come on, after all the dicks that you took today, you can at least help out your best friend!”

The fact that he called me his best friend for the first time rattled me. He stood up to present his dick to me, now at full mast, already dripping.

“That’s sick, dude. I’m not in the mood.” I spoke.

Victor tried to convince for long minutes but I refused to give in. He was upset. My roommate did not understand why I was refusing him a good blowjob while I was sucking strangers’ dick. I did not have an answer to that. In the end, I just told him that I had reached my limit of cock-sucking for one day and he left the room moody.

Did he still think that I was his best friend after that? I wondered.

In the following days, things calmed down a bit. With hindsight, I think my entourage had understood that I was on the verge of breaking down entirely and this is why they were a bit more conciliant with me.

It came as quite a surprise when for the next training sessions, we actually all worked on our technique! I had to fight a few matches against Cory and Amir and I won every one of them. I was still wearing the chastity cage and my recking filthy singlet, but other than that, the training sessions were almost normal.

Daniel seemed more relax and he helped me working out like nothing had happened. Like he had not shoved his finger in my hole.

Rumours had it that new regulations from the National College Wrestling Board would be published to give some specifications on the rules of the sport. Throughout the country, athletes, members of the staff, and even representatives of universities and political figures were debating on where was the line between sport and porn.

The Wrestling Team Gone Wild page had indeed blown up and nobody could pretend otherwise at this point. There were thousands of followers!

However, I could not take any financial benefits from this success. The other members of The Wolves were now featured and they knew that I had been paid way more than them for the calendar’s shoot. They requested the same deal as Damian and wanted to be entirely “reimbursed” before I could earn anything.

I did not mind that much. At least, the secret about my deal for the university’s calendar was now out for good and nobody could blame me for stealing their money anymore.

Damian, Eli, Amir, Tom and the rest of the team were acting cool with me, even thanking me for doing “what was right” about that money thing. I appreciated also that the spotlight was less on me and that Francis would now call out other members of the Wolves for shooting sessions. Apparently, Tom had sucked Eli’s dick and Amir had put an XXL dildo up his hairy ass in some of the latest videos.

The Onlyfans page had never lived up to its name so well.

The cage was helping a lot too, my dick under control, I could focus on class and on wrestling. I still had to play with my nipple regularly to feel some kind of release but I was feeling much better.

Well, that was until nipples play felt no longer sufficient… Yes, I would rub them in the shower but it would feel forced, and eventually boring. I had gotten used to the sensation of my own fingers going through them and I could not get back to the feeling I experienced when Doctor Peterson had been the one playing with my nipples.

After a week in the cage, I was starting to get really itchy. I knew that I could not ask Coach Ranson to free me but the fact that I had four more weeks to go without cumming seemed merely impossible to handle. I did not want for Eddy to come back in my life but I did not know how to cope with my sexual frustration anymore.

It was especially difficult when Victor, still upset that I had refused to suck his dick, would jerk off every single night for long hours, edging himself a few feet from me, and cumming buckets of loads everywhere. I was so jealous of him!

The porn he was watching was sort of getting in my brain. He was watching a particular series called “explore the cave”, where girls would get fucked only in the ass. They would shove dicks in their holes of course, but also various toys and dildos which seemed to get only larger as the video series continued.

In other videos, girls were licking and fingering guys’ asses. The porn was on at all times.

Sometimes, I had to leave the room to calm down but then, I was feeling itchy again, Eddy wanted to wake up, trapped in his cage. The more Victor was watching this stuff, the more it looked like they were only guys featured even if there was still a girl in the middle going from one musky hole to the other.

One day, while he was watching episode 205 of the series, I really got mad at Victor:

“Fuck, man, can you stop stroking for just one minute? It’s crazy how much you’re always on that dick, that’s enough!”

“Dude, if you just blew me, I’m sure I could be done so much faster! Your call!” He winked at me.

I gave him the middle finger and I slammed the door.

I went in the communal showers, using the cold water to calm myself. I started to play with my nipples.

But then, I thought of those guys who were getting fingered in the video Victor was watching…

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No one wants suck victor's beta dick he is to confident. Annoyed that obviously once again Russell is being screwed over by not earning any profit but theres hints that the team are also being abused.

Victor watching the porn all the time is clearly a direct order from the coach to start of watching straight anal porn than increase it until its gay porn to fuck with Russell.

Seriously revenge the whole team need to get revenge on the staff.

 

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No one wants suck victor's beta dick he is to confident. Annoyed that obviously once again Russell is being screwed over by not earning any profit but theres hints that the team are also being abused.

Victor watching the porn all the time is clearly a direct order from the coach to start of watching straight anal porn than increase it until its gay porn to fuck with Russell.

Seriously revenge the whole team need to get revenge on the staff.

Ahah. One day someone told me that I was too nice with the awful behaviours of the Coach and staff in my writing. I don't think so. Everybody hates them, that means that everybody understands how closeted, manipulative, fucked-up and twisted those guys are.

Now, just wait and see if Scott will fully submit, if he will get revenge or if something else will happen in the finale.

 

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 27: Exploring the cave (Part 2)

“Victor! What you’re doing? Stop!!” I shouted when I realized, but it was too late. Half of my lower chest was already entirely shaved.

“It just looked weird; it was uneven. Sorry, bro. I’m not a professional waxer. At this point, I think I should just shave everything on your chest, that would look less bizarre.” Victor said.

I normally just trimmed my public hair and nothing else on my body, but at this point, the results were disastrous. Small tufts of hair were standing out from places, my treasure trail was half shaved, I looked ridiculous.

“Just do it.” I finally said.

Victor pursued with the shaving process, making my nipples, pecs, and abs looking smooth. At least, he was no longer hard. He went lower than I had anticipated and completely removed my pubic hair.

For sure, it now looked even, I did no longer have any single hair on my chest!

“You don’t have a cock; you don’t need pubic hair.” He commented with a grin when he saw my perplex face. “Just kidding!” He added while I was about to snap back.

I did not have much back to say anyway. That was the simple truth, I did no longer have a cock. Not really. When Eddy was trapped, it barely felt that he existed.

After the shaving, Victor asked me to lie down in my bed again.

He lied on top of me this time, he said he needed a better hold on my “breasts”. His words, not mine.

Hard to say this was no homo when he went on with caressing, licking, kissing, pinching, sucking and biting my nipples like crazy, all the while rubbing his naked body against mine. Although I am a bit ashamed of my reaction, I started moaning uncontrollably.

Victor allowed me to moan but I had to try to imitate a girl’s sound not to weird him out.

That was the point where I started to moan like a girl. I was having a girl orgasm after all. And a real fucking one! Much better than anything I could have done to myself, or even that Peterson had offered.

For the very first time in my life, I felt a form of completion similar to what I was feeling when I was cumming with my cock, only from a totally different mean.

Victor had put one of his hands on my mouth while he was sucking on “my titties”, as he said, and he was also calling me dirty words “to stay in the mood.” Clearly, he did not need much help, he was hard as a rock and his dick was leaking all over me.

“You like my big cock dripping all over your pussy.” He whispered to me while some drops fell down on my freshly shaven pubic area and on my chastity cage.

The porn kept on playing on my side, the actress was doing the same type of moaning noises that I was. Or maybe I was the one mimicking her. She was now shoving a couple of bananas down her torn-up asshole. Who would be crazy enough to do something like that?

When he was done playing with my nipples and I was still under the bliss of what he had done to me, Victor asked me again for a blowjob.

“Look at the disgusting thing I have just done for you. You have to give something back, man, just bros helping bros.”

That time, I could not say no.

We switched positions. I knelt down, he sat on my own bed and I blew his throbbing cock until he cummed straight in my throat. The blowjob lasted less than two minutes, Victor had been edging himself for hours, if not for days.

The amount of cum I swallowed in consequence was huge. Not the first time that I felt like I was drowning in cum though. That did not alarm me, I just pushed it all down and swallowed like a good boy… or maybe a good girl?

We were both drained afterwards and we went to bed. Victor looked content. In a way, I was too. I fell asleep immediately.

Every day of that week, after class or after training, I would lie down on my bed, Victor would launch a porn from the “Exploring my cave” series, he would suck my nipples and I would return the favour on his dick.

I would drink all his cum and we would go to sleep.

Every day I was thinking that I would not go back, that I would not need Victor to play with my nipples and would stop the entire thing. But when the night came, I was never able to say no.

It felt simply too good to stop.

Even if Victor was going further in the way he was talking to me and treating me like his bitch, I kept on going with it. Knowing that I could get these orgasms without any risk of losing testosterone was keeping me sane during the day and the training sessions.

I did mention to Victor that I thought he was going too far with the comments about my breasts and pussy, he was also calling me all sorts of names: bitch, cunt, slut, dirty girl, cum dumpster. When I confronted him, Victor did not see the problem. He said that he needed to really think of me as a woman to allow himself to do what he was doing to me and that I should be thankful instead of complaining about it.

He was probably right. Who was lucky enough to have a friend ready to do those sorts of crazy shit just to help him feel better?

By the seventh day, I came back from a training session (I was actually very proud of the way I had performed on the mat that day, Daniel was giving me great advice on how to be more precise on the mat) and Victor immediately, and quite violently, pushed me on my bed.

He was visibly really horny.

“Baby girl needs a refill?” He played with his tongue around his lips, looking straight at my undershirt, my nipples already poking through.

“Vic, please, don’t call me that when we have not even started to…”

“But we have already started, my baby girl!” He was pulling off my clothes and I let him. Soon, I would feel his tongue all over my nipples.

Victor was really into it that evening. A very raunch porn was being played on his computer. “Toss My Black Salad”, a girl was rimming and fingering multiple of black guys, spitting in their holes, eating them like it was her last meal. In a way, it was even rougher than the “Exploring my cave” series.

I was clearly less enthusiastic than Victor that time. Maybe it was because my roommate was taking things too far, or maybe, it was simply because the pleasurable effects of nipples play were wearing off.

Do not get me wrong, it was still feeling good but while Victor was seemingly more and more into it and was systematically pouring loads and loads of cum on my face or in my mouth afterwards, I had gotten somewhat used to it.

This was frustrating. When I finally thought that I had found the perfect solution to stay sane despite the cage, I could feel that it was slipping through my fingers and that, soon, having my nipples played with would no longer be sufficient.

Also, after seven days of intense sucking and twitching, my tits looked bad, almost injured. I definitely needed a break.

I looked mindlessly as the porn playing while Victor was rubbing his cock on my right nipple. Something new that he was doing that evening. I did not mind. My nipples could no longer handle the twisting and pinching.

The guy’s hole in the porn was winking at me, opening to a large gape and shutting down quickly. The porn performer seemed over the moon. A very masculine guy, black, super tall and big, with pecs three times my size. The girl put her middle finger in his ass and he cummed what seemed like a gallon of jizz.

I moaned.

“Good girl.” Victor said.

I did make a high-pitched girly moan without even realizing it.

When we were done and I had swallowed yet another load of jizz from my roommate, he told me he would be away for the weekend. I was scared at first. I needed him. But then, I considered this was my perfect opportunity to have a break.

He left on Friday night and I quickly felt the cravings coming back. The itch in my body. The need to have some sort of release. Weirdly, I even missed the porn. It had become part of my routine, playing pretty much every time Victor was in the room.

I searched for a good video in a foolish attempt to ease my cravings. What was I expecting? I could not even jerk off!

I found the 235th episode of “Explore my cave” featuring two girls and one guy, all three of them shoving huge dildos up their respective asses. Next to those humongous things in the movie, the tiny pink butt plug offered by Doctor Peterson did not seem like much!

That was when the idea really started to form in my mind.

Maybe I could try it, just that one time? Putting a finger in my ass, would it be that bad? I mean, clearly, it would look way less gay than whatever I was currently doing with Victor! All those masculine guys were doing it, and way worse! Me, of course, I would never put a dildo or something really big in my ass, but just a finger… or two…

I searched for the butt plug hidden in a little box underneath my bed.

I was tempted. It did not look as big as when Peterson first handed it to me. But my ass was tight. I put it back in its place.

I really tried to reason myself. For long hours on the following Saturday, I went back and forth. A part of me wanted to shove that thing in my hole so bad, but something else, or rather someone else, the “old Scott” was pushing back.

It was a limit that I had promised myself not to cross.

Rumour had it that Amir was constantly working-out with a butt plug up his ass now. Was it weird? I did have my cage already…

When I hit the shower that night, my mind was a blur. My dick wanted to get hard so bad that it was aching, trapped in the cage. I could no longer touch my bruised nipples and Victor was not there anyway to do it right.

I let the hot water hit my ass crack for a while. This was something that I was already usually doing. Then, I did something new. I purposely positioned my hole so the pouring water would come straight at it.

I spread my ass. It felt good. I had made my decision.

What did I have to lose? No one would know.

I shoved my middle finger up my asshole and it swallowed it in one go, like a freaking vaccum.

“Hmmmmmmm…”

From that very second, and as if I had tested a very hard and addictive drug, I was hooked. I went back and forth with my middle finger, not even lubed, and I soon added my index to the mix.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm….”

“What the fuck?” A man’s voice said.

Shit, someone was showering in the stall next to me.

I rushed to my room before the other guy could identify me (who did I think I was fooling…), barely drying myself off. I locked myself in the room and jumped on my bed.

I had been fingered before, but never of my own accord. Now it was time to really dive in and “explore my cave”!

I looked for one of the early episodes of the porn series to find a video where it was only finger plays. Pretty tame as most of the videos involved at least some fruits and some dildos. I was looking for one featuring a girl but could not find one. I stopped scrolling when I reached one with a muscular Latino guy, entitled: “first fingers in an eager hole!”

I could relate.

Victor had lube on his night table. I sort of followed the video as if it was an instruction tool, a step-by-step guide on how to finger your tight asshole properly.

There was the one finger, then there were two, and then, there were three. I hesitated this time. My hole was pretty stretched already. The feeling of going back and forth was great but could I really insert one more? The guy in the video seemed so into it, I tried.

My index, middle and ring fingers slid into me more easily than I would have thought. I let go of several moans and again, while I was not using my dick, I felt myself reaching a form of orgasm I had never known before. Fucking incredible!

The guy on the video cummed with his big hairy cock but I could not. The video was over.

I did not need instructions to know what the next step was supposed to be though. I crawled on the carpet, desperately looking for the butt plug, I lubed it and finally, I shoved it in my ass.

“Hmmmmmmm….”

I needed that so bad!

I used it as a dildo, pulling in and pulling out while I was moaning like a whore. There was no shame anymore, just pleasure.

I felt my ass opening up. Was I gaping like these women and men in those porn videos? In a way, I was hoping so.

I had never thought of how lucky the women were to be able to cum as much as they wanted to. Us guys, once we had jizzed, it was over, but the girls could play with their pussies for hours and hours.

But now, I had uncovered their secret! I could experience that too and trust me, I definitely did!

My entire Sunday was spent with either some fingers or the butt plug in my hole. I did not leave the room.

Not only, I was able to feel some intense release for long periods of time, but the more I was playing with the inside of my hole, the more I was learning how to pleasure myself properly. I simply could not stop myself from rubbing, fingering, and filling it with my butt plug.

My compulsive behaviour was also based on the fact that once Victor would be back, I thought that I would stop playing with my ass immediately. In a sick way, I needed to enjoy it as much as possible while he was away.

The thing is, I did not have to keep my secret for too long.

My butt plug was well buried in my bare ass, while my legs were lifted up in the air, facing the door, when Victor came back in the room, three hours before the time he was supposed to come home.

“OH MY GOD!” He gasped. “You’re an even nastier cunt than I fought you were!”

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 28: Butt plugs, hot dogs, cocks and bananas (Part 1)

Once again, he asked me to shave everything so he could have the impression that he was fucking an actual pussy. I did not like when he called my asshole a pussy neither when he used the expression “fucking” which in my mind involved a dick penetrating me, but I did not fight over this.

I let him shave my ass before our second session.

That second time, he pushed a third finger inside. He did it right after he had hit my prostate again. I was in Heaven.

He would cum either in my mouth, on my face, or in my asshole. Sometimes, we could do both as I would lick off the cum dripping from my own hole.

My daily consumption of cum was going through the roof at the time.

In parallel to my nightly sessions with my roommate, Francis and Damian had figured a new way to provide content for the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s Onlyfans page.

We were already doing some public stuff, but it was decided that it would work better if the guys were filming with their phones to give a more “authentic” aspect to the footage and to allow us to be more spontaneous. A few members of the Wolves were now daily features on the page but some of the fans were complaining about my absence lately.

With Amir, Cory, Tom, and Eli being involved, every one of them, and of course Damian, could ask me to go into a college’s bathroom at any moment of the day and jizzed on my face or in my mouth.

Why would I complain? They were providing me with healthy alpha male sperm.

Only Cory was still resistant about me sucking him. As for the others, it came to the point where I was sucking each of their dicks every single day. I could even recognize their respective tastes with my eyes closed.

Maybe Victor was the “Finger King” but I definitely was the “Deepthroat King”.

You are probably wondering why I kept on doing this. Did I still owe some money to these guys? Was I afraid that Francis would release the hundreds of hours of content outside of the page? Or was I just enjoying it at this point? Hard to tell since I was following the Coach’s instructions to stop myself from asking too many questions and more generally, to not think too much.

I must say that life had become much simpler since I had just accepted to go with the flow. Meaning the flow of cum in which I was drowning, in that particular instance.

Amir needed to drop his load after training. I would gladly lend him my mouth and bury my nose in his thick pubic hair.

Tom had a sudden urge to empty his balls right after PE class. I could help him out.

I was always there for them and the team was very grateful for it. Finally, I had found my place as the team’s official cock sucker.

Once, Eli and Damian even asked me to suck them in an amphitheatre, right in the middle of an English class. We were sitting in the very last row with the other Wolves. Harry made a weird face but he still hid me when I crawled under the desk to service Eli’s big black cock. I did not even think of saying no.

Being sucked during a boring Shakespeare’s analysis seemed to be a real turn-on for Eli! The black stud jizzed in less than a minute, feeding me six or maybe seven huge loads.

Damian presented his dick right next to Eli and I serviced him under the table as well. He was reckless enough to raise his hand and ask a question to our professor. That dude was crazy! He was pushing my head onto his dick while he was talking to the class.

The professor did not notice anything but I could not say the same for all of the students. Clearly, a good third of them knew what I was doing meaning that in no time, the whole university would know.

Damien nutted quickly too but he aimed at my face, not at my mouth. Getting a facial in the middle of a class was something new! He did not miss his target, I was coated with cum.

“Keep it on your cheek until the end of the class!” Damian asked.

“You’re crazy!” I said, licking it off to hide the evidence.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy!”

I ended up leaving a few drops of cum on my cheek. Why could not I refuse anything to Damian Feytons?

Soon, the other Wolves were inspired by Damian’s boldness and I was asked to service them all around campus. Most of the training sessions ended with me getting sprayed with cum by my teammates who were filming the whole thing to send to Francis.

Coach Ranson sometimes looked at us from afar, he seemed proud of me. Cum was good for me anyway and nothing was more important than team bonding.

I was really enjoying the training sessions otherwise. The Head Coach had kept his promise and was making sure that we would focus on “technique only” for our next competition, which was set to be the last but one of the year.

I was beating all of my teammates on the mat and I felt stronger than ever. I mean, with all the proteins I was ingesting, this was no surprise. Daniel was super impressed and he told me in all seriousness that he had never seen such a talented wrestler. I was so proud.

Coach Ranson and Doctor Peterson even organized a little meeting to make sure that I was doing ok before the finale matches of the semester. They were both very complimentary and satisfied with the way I was handling things.

Peterson told me that the clinical trial to compensate for the b87 protein was still ongoing but he seemed to consider that with all the cum that I was swallowing on a daily basis and the chastity cage, I was surely on the road to full recovery.

Whatever full recovery meant.

Deep inside of me, I had concerns that I was turning gay. I mean, I could not ignore the fact that anal stimulation had become my main source of enjoyment and that I was swallowing more cocks than a gay Pornstar. But even on that front, Doctor Peterson was quite reassuring.

Like in most diseases, you have to get worse before getting better. In this case, it meant becoming gayer before turning back straight.

Acceptance and obedience were really keys to my happiness at the time. I must say, getting anal orgasms on a daily basis was helping a lot too.

All day long, I was eager to come home so I would get fingered and plugged again. Victor knew it and was playing with it, more and more, I had to beg for him to play with my hole. But what else could I do? He was so much better at it than I was.

Now, my hole felt itchy, empty, when it was not filled.

By week two of getting finger-fucked on the regular, it was getting challenging not to feel my ass being filled for long hours. I decided, without even telling Victor, to spend the whole day with my butt-plug buried in my ass. It was crazy because I still had to serve the guys of the team, but none of them knew the secret that I was hiding under my jeans.

Obviously, I could not “plug me” the days where we had training sessions since everyone would see it in the showers and underneath my singlet (my chastity cage was enough of a show…), but every other day, I took the habit to walk with a plug in my hole.

I wondered what the others athletes and the staff would think if they knew.

To say the truth, more and more, my mind would wander while I was sucking a dick, or two, thinking about what it would feel like to have one in my ass. I was also considering buying a dildo. I was still on the fence, but for how long? In the space of a few days, I had already become quite addicted to the feeling of my ass getting fucked.

I think I only realized how insane my life had gotten when Victor, without warning me, replaced his four fingers (yeah, we had also made progress on that front), by a banana that he shoved straight in my ass!

Still, I let it slide. Literally. Victor jizzed on the banana afterwards.

He made me eat it. I did not complain.

The day before our penultimate competition of the year, Damian requested another blowjob while we were having lunch in the campus’ cafeteria. He grabbed my hand to put it on his cock. He was not even filming, what was the point?

“Not here!” I told him.

“You’re not fun. But ok, let’s just go to the toilets, as usual.”

“No… Not in public! I’m sick of the bathrooms.”

Amir and Eli were sitting with us.

“Donkey Scotty is getting rebellious.” Eli commented with a smirk.

“Just come to my dorm then, I need some release. I’m horny as fuck.” Damian insisted. “It messes with my brain; I need to empty my balls.”

“Can’t you fuck one of your bitches?” I asked him.

I was a bit annoyed but really, this was fine, I was in a good mood, sitting on my pink butt plug.

“They require so much more work than you, though.” Damian grinned at me. “And to tell the truth, you’re way better than them at swallowing my whole shaft.”

He was having a hotdog and he pretended to swallow it entirely. He almost choked on it. Everybody laughed. Me, I was sort of proud of the compliment.

“Maybe you should replace Scott in the team!” Amir suggested. “You’ve got skills, Feytons!”

“Fuck off Amir, go get a dildo and go pound yourself with it!”

Amir looked around him to see if the other students had heard anything. Why did he care? The video of himself shoving a 10 inches dildo up his hairy ass had been shared around the entire campus already, way beyond the Wrestling Team Gone Wild’s page.

Seeing that footage had given me mixed feeling: a sense of relief that I was not the only “bitch” in the team, some concerns as to losing my spot, but most of all, it had gotten me jealous. I so wished that I could take a big dildo like that in the ass and not worry about my image.

Amir seemed to be perfectly ok with that. But maybe he was not, he did not say anything after Damian snapped back at him and he ate his own hot-dog in complete silent.

“We’re competing tomorrow, you should not cum.” I said, more reasonably to Damian who was still joking around with Eli.

“And you should eat a lot of it, so, come on… Eat your dessert.” He rubbed my hand against his growing bulge. I was blushing.

“Dam… Really?”

He knew that I would end up agreeing and inevitably, I did follow him into his dorm.

After all these months, it was the first time that I went there. Damian was sharing his room with Eli. A few posters of naked girls, famous wrestlers in their tight singlets and race cars were pinned on the wall.

It smelt like “men” in their room.

Damian pulled out his shirt and pants right away. He did not bother wearing any underwear. He was already hard. I had lost count of all the times I had deepthroated his dick. Here we were again!

“Get naked, I want to see your ass.” He spoke while sitting on his bed, spreading his legs.

I started to open my zipper and slid down my jeans when I realized that I was still wearing my butt-plug! Shit. I could not go through with it. What would Damian think if he saw that? Only Victor knew my dirtiest secret!

“Dude… I don’t have to get naked… I’ll just suck you off.” I proposed.

“Come on, you did not want to do it in the cafeteria or in the bathrooms. Now, we’re not in public so at the very least, we should take the time to make it fun. Think about the good juice you’ll receive from me!”

He grabbed his cock and started stroking it slowly. The dude was horny as hell, already precumming. A drop of precum slid down his shaft to end up on his big balls. They seemed full. So ready to burst.

“Man, you’re not even recording… I thought we were doing it for the page” I spoke.

“Oh, yeah. Do you want me to set up the camera?”

I thought about it for a second.

“No! Fuck! I don’t want a camera filming this.”

Again, a flash of awareness passed through my brain. What the fuck was I doing in this room? Why did I suggest to film this? Damian stood up.

“Bro, I know you want that D. I see how you always go harder on my cock than you do the others. I know it tastes better than anyone else.”

He was getting closer to me. Worst part was, he was right.

“Dam…”

“You have come here to my room to suck me. I am only asking you to get naked to help me get in the mood. See, I’m naked too. What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re insecure again?”

He was practically whispering in my ears now.

“It’s not that… I’m not insecure…”

Right there, the worst happened. Damian grabbed me playfully and pulled down my jeans and my navy-blue boxer briefs, all at the same time.

“Nice ass!” He exclaimed.

And then… He realized. “OH FUCK! SCOTT!”

It is true that history repeats itself. Once again, the butt-plug ejected itself from my ass and fell down on the floor. I was mortified.

“Damian…”

If you think Victor’s reaction was naughty, it was nothing compared to Damian’s.

I should have known that I was about to lose my virginity.

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Guys, I have slightly reviewed the ending of this story on my Patreon which makes #WTGW a little bit longer. There will be 33 chapters and an epilogue in total. I will post a new chapter here each week to end the story! Hope you are ready for the final (and naughtiest, craziest, most twisted) arc.

Crazy how I called it from the start that the staff must be working in porn hahaha this is so wild.

Because the team is being manipulated I'm not even sure if damien and Russell even actually like each other or it's the mind fucking that's drawing them together

 

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Ahah. One day someone told me that I was too nice with the awful behaviours of the Coach and staff in my writing. I don't think so. Everybody hates them, that means that everybody understands how closeted, manipulative, fucked-up and twisted those guys are.

Now, just wait and see if Scott will fully submit, if he will get revenge or if something else will happen in the finale.

Too nice.... I'm sorry the person that said that is crazy. The staff are awful I'll even go as far to say is the coach mind fucking Daniel because he doesn't seem to like all this so what's keeping him there.

 

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Russell

 

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Russell and Damian vibes

 

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Who's ready for Scott to pop his cherry tomorrow?!

 

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Who's ready for Scott to pop his cherry tomorrow?!

Theres no way damien was going to allow scott to leave once the butt plug fell from his ass. I wouldn't be surprised if Damian starts getting possessive of Scott wanting to be the only one the pounds him

 

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I don't think Damien would like Victor at all if they were to really know each other..

 

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 29: Virgin no more (Part 1)

Once he had realized a butt plug had just come out from my ass (what had my life turned into!?), Damian’s look and attitude changed instantly. It was like he had turned into someone else.

I had never seen him like this, he seemed as turned on as he was mad.

My teammate pushed me against the wall violently, my face stuck against the crotch of a wrestling star wearing a bright yellow singlet from the Midwest.

“You should not have hidden such a dirty little secret! Not from me!” Damian barked at me.

“I… It’s just, with the cage, I….”

“I thought you were telling me everything. We had promised each other. No secret.”

He grabbed my enormous ass and spread my cheeks.

“I was just embarrassed, please, Dam, this is private… This has nothing to do with…”

Damian knelt down behind me. I was still facing the poster. My hole was winking at him, I knew that.

“Don’t be ashamed of being who you are, Scott. I’ve been telling you for two years now! You’re a fag, dude, you have to learn to embrace it.” He slapped my ass. “Fuck, your life will be so much better if you’re true to who you are.”

I was expecting him to finger me, or even, to push his nearly 9 inches dick inside of my ass, but no, what I felt was different, it was wet, slimy, sloppy… It was his tongue!

My wrestling teammate was feasting on my ass!

“Damian… Oh God…”

“Damn, that pussy tastes delicious!” He commented while rimming me.

“Mmmm… Please….”

I wanted to tell him to stop but I simply could not.

His face was deep inside my ass crack now, Damian was literally searching my insides with his warm tongue. He was only coming out from time to time to talk dirty to me.

“Who got to play with that hole before me?” He questioned.

“No-one…”

“Don’t lie to me, Scotty. Not again!”

“Just Victor, but he is only fingering me. He has never… eaten me.”

“Such a wuss!” Damian shouted. “Your roommate is a fool if he does not know how to properly eat a juicy pussy such as yours.”

“Mmmmm….” I moaned.

Having my ass rimmed was a whole new experience and Damian was a fucking pro at it. “Finger King”, my ass! Now, I was really being taken care of.

“You won’t blow my dick, today.” Damian stated, his nose in my ass.

I was a bit disappointed. Why was he punishing me?

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

Damian stood up again. He licked my ear and whispered:

“I’m gonna fuck your ass, Scott.”

He said ass, not pussy. He called me Scott, not fag. I felt shivers all over my body. Crazily, I told him the first thought that came into my mind:

“I cannot take it! My hole is not lubed. It won’t fit!”

I did not say no. I did not push him back. I did not discuss. I was just afraid that it would hurt too much. But fuck, I wanted that cock deep inside my ass!

“Don’t you worry about that; I know how to open a tight hole and yours seems very much prepared already!”

He bent me over his desk, pushing my head against his homework, and he resumed his rimming. He was spitting profusely in my hole while fingering my ass. His index; His ring finger; His middle finger; Even his thumb. One, two, then three fingers at the same time.

He reached my prostate; I felt my orgasm coming. Damian Feytons knew what he was doing.

“Amir has nothing on you.” Damian said as he was getting his tongue in and out of my ass.

“Amir… Does he… ?”

“You have fun with Victor. I have fun with Amir. Jealous?”

He shoved three fingers deep, pulled them off and then, pushed them in my throat. I gagged on them, tasted my own ass, and spat on myself. I was drooling all over Damian’s English paper. Shakespeare again. Thankfully, Damian had never been one to care much about his Academic results.

I bit my fist not to scream when he went back to finger-fucking me again.

“And Victor ever done that?”

Damian started rubbing his dick against my ass crack.

“Yeah… but…”

“But what?”

“He has never fucked me.” I finally said.

Damian was humping me. I knew that feeling. I thought back of the hose technique’s exercise and our one-on-one training session. It was only a few months prior but it seemed like an eternity ago. When Damian had rubbed his throbbing cock against my hole, for the first time ever, my anus had opened up.

And now, a semester later… it was ready. I was ready.

“Why not? Why could not he push his dick deep inside your hole, bitch? Your pussy is begging for it.” Damian asked, his dick firmly lodged in my ass-crack. I felt it pulsating.

“I… I don’t know… I asked him not to… He told me that he would only if I begged him…”

“And you did not?”

“No…”

My asshole was opening up. Ready to swallow. But that cock was so big, so thick. It would surely destroy me!

“You did not want Victor’s dick inside of you. Makes sense…” Damian commented.

“Why?”

I was asking Damian questions as if he knew all truths about what was good for me.

“Because your hole knows his true master.” He simply replied.

I felt his wet dickhead penetrating me. Fuck, he was actually in! Damian got closer to me; his sweaty chest pressed against my back.

“Mmmm… Damian…”

He grabbed my neck. I gave in. All my fears, doubts, questions. I let go of everything that was making the old me.

I HAD A FREAKING COCK IN MY ASS.

“Ask me to fuck you.” He whispered.

I breathed heavily. I was giving me shivers.

And there, I said it.

“Fuck me. Please.”

Damian licked my cheek and the corner of my mouth, and he pushed his large dick inside of me. It was so much bigger than the butt plug. So much thicker than the fingers. So much juicer than the banana.

He had to put his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming.

“Scott, you’re going to take every inch of my cock and you’re gonna love every second of it.”

He pushed himself further. I wanted to yell. Of pain or of pleasure, who could tell? He was entering me slowly, at least, at first.

“More…” I mumbled between his sloppy fingers, coated with my own saliva.

He thrusted himself some more and I felt more inches sodomizing me.

“AAAAAAAAAAhhhhh…” He hit my prostate with his monster cock.

“Looks like your cherry popped, babe.” Damian kissed my neck.

I felt my hole being slowly, but surely, filled with his throbbing and juicy cock. How was I even able to take this? I had no idea that my hole could stretch this far.

“Oh my God, Damian… I…”

“You’re a virgin no more, babe.” He whispered, licking my face once again. We were freaking dogs.

Another thrust and suddenly, he was deep fucking me. The pounding was about to start.

I had not been forced. He had not tied me down. I had offered myself willingly to Damian Feytons and he was now pounding my ass.

First, he fucked me from behind, over his desk and then, against the wall. We were standing and he was pushing himself inside of me, with large back and forth motions. A few minutes later, he was literally lying on top of me, on his small dorm bed.

Damian was facing me while ravaging my hole, hard.

Pearls of sweat were falling from his forehead straight into my mouth. It tasted salty.

“You like that, babe?” He asked, panting.

I was disturbed by the way he was looking at me. There was something different in his eyes.

“Tell me that you like that.” He insisted, putting his hands around my neck.

“I do… I like it…”

It was true. His monster cock was so big, it hurt, but mostly, it felt good. Who am I kidding? It felt amazing! Like the best sensation I had ever known.

“Yeahhhhh, you do.” Damian grunted, thrusting his dick further in my insides and tightening his hold around my neck. He was chocking me.

“Mmmmm…”

“You love that big fat cock, babe. Fuck yeah. You’re so good at taking it, deep!”

The bed was squeaking a lot. I smiled to myself because I had already heard this sound on video before, on one of Damian’s notorious sextapes. I had become one of his bitches.

Damian was mostly rough, but more surprisingly, at times, he could be tender too. His fully stiffed cock was tearing me apart, balls deep, but there was something beyond that, something I cannot explain, electricity in the air.

I was reaching another anal orgasm when Damian leant even closer and kissed me.

I kissed him back. Full mouth. Our tongues intertwining.

That straddled me. More than anything else which had happened that year. A kiss. A real one. Who could say this was “no homo”? We were not just fucking; we were making love.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The shivers again, all over my body.

Damian moved away from my gaping hole. Jesus, his dick was throbbing and leaking so much precum. I had never seen anything like this. And it was so freaking big and thick, how did I manage to take it all in my ass? That monster cock had probably messed up with my guts.

“I want you to sit on it.” He said pointing to his dick, as if I did not know what he meant.

Damian went to sit on Eli’s bed on the other side of the room.

Another leakage of precum spurted from his dickhead and slid down his shaft to his balls. He was so close to cumming. I wanted it so bad, but damn, could I really sit on that huge piece of meat? My ass was already sore.

“Damian, I… I don’t know if I can…”

“Sit on my fucking pole!” He commanded.

I was weak. This was all the convincing that I needed.

I moved away from his bed, trembling, and crawled towards him, like a good submissive bitch. I was really going to sit on that thing. Almost instinctively, I first used my eager mouth to collect some precum from his balls. Damian experienced some spasms. I licked his shaft, tasted my asshole on his beautiful juicy cock.

I was about to full on blow him when he stopped me.

“No… Fuck Scott… You’re going to make me cum… We said, no sucking! I want to breed that hole.”

I did not remember agreeing to “no sucking” but I nodded yes and I reluctantly let go of his shiny dickhead.

He turned me around so my fat ass would be right in front of his eyes. Damian spread my cheeks again. My hole had a mind of its own, winking at his Master, just like Damian’s dick, which was throbbing uncontrollably at the sight of this welcoming cave.

I squatted and felt his leaking dickhead against my pink pucker.

“Oh my God… Damian… That’s so fucking big…”

“Yeah, it is.” He confirmed, proudly.

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me further down his dick. It felt like I was losing my virginity all over again.

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 29: Virgin no more (Part 2)

From my entire journey, if I were to pin point a moment when I became a cock-addicted slut, that would certainly be this one.

My hole swallowed the whole thing and I impaled myself on his monster cock. I rode it like it was the last thing I would do in my life. Maybe it was? That could kill me, but what a beautiful death that would be!

Damian was no longer thrusting his hips; I was doing all the fucking myself, going up and down on his shaft while he was grunting behind me, just holding my back.

The sounds of his balls fapping against my ass was crazy. I was looking at the wrestler in the tight yellow singlet on the poster in front of me. He was one of my idols. If only he could see me right now…

I thought of Coach Ranson. Would he be proud of me at that instant? As in most of the decisions that I was making, the opinion of my Head-Coach was the most important, if not, the only one that mattered.

Damian grabbed my neck from behind and pushed his dick one more time deep inside of me. He was tapping against my prostate.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, louder and louder.

“I’m gonna nut in your hole.” Damian whispered in my ears. “I’ll make you pregnant with my dirty spunk.”

“Please… please do….”

“How bad do you want it?”

“So fucking bad. Breed me, Damian. I’m begging you.”

He thrusted his hips some more. I was dizzy. Too much pleasure, or maybe too much pain, I could no longer differentiate one from the other.

“I’m fucking rearranging your guts, you nasty slut.”

“Yes… Yes… Please… Give me your cum. Please… You own me…” I begged.

He cummed in my ass at that exact moment, effectively breeding me with his warm alpha cum. I felt them, loads after loads, he was filling me up.

We were both sweating a lot, shaking too. For a few seconds, it felt like we were glued to each other, like when dogs are fucking. I did not want to let go of his wonderful cock still lodged inside of me, but he pushed me aside.

I found myself in the doggystyle position on the floor. Damian could not resist; he pushed his cock one more time in my hole while it was already deflating. Then, he was done.

“Damian…” I mumbled.

I was at a loss for words, lying on the floor. I had kept his thick milk in my ass.

“Just go back to your dorm.” Damian told me, being suddenly harsh.

He was standing above me, his two legs spread across my chest. I could not move. I needed a minute. Residue of cum fell from his slimy dickhead down on my face. I licked the last drops. No waste! He went back to sit on his own bed.

I thought of his roommate, Eli. We had just had sex in his bed! How crazy was that?

I struggled to stand back up. My hole was aching a bit. Damian had put headphones on, completely ignoring me. What the hell?

“Damian?”

I tried to get his attention but to be fair, I was not too sure of what I was trying to say.

“Go back to your dorm, fag.”

That hurt. So bad. But what was I expecting from Damian Feytons? A love story? How stupid could I be? I was just one of his whores.

“You kissed me.” I stated coldly.

He did not even look at me, he was putting back his shorts, staring at the wall now.

“Damian, talk to me!” I begged.

“Go away!” He barked, still looking at the wrestling star featured on the poster in front of him.

I had no choice but to leave the room, drained and confused.

Thankfully, when I came back in my own room, Victor was not there. I could not have handled him. I was very overwhelmed.

I got naked and took a good look at myself in the mirror. It was time to face the truth I had been trying to ignore for months.

I looked at my shaven and very sensitive nipples. There were once pecs but they had become titties.

Below, I looked at my abs, perfectly defined but hairless as well, and then, even lower, the metal chastity cage. There was a cock trapped underneath but it had been so long that I was not sure it was even real anymore. Was I born with a clit? No… I had a dick before. His name was Eddy. But I had locked him up, to shut him down.

I turned around to try and look at my huge ass, my fag bum. I spread my ass-cheeks, I had a stretched-out hole, or maybe should I call it a pussy? Damian Feyton’s warm cum was still coating inside of it.

How much longer could I lie to myself? What they had all been telling about me… For all these months… That must have been true. My mind was railing in all directions. The thoughts that came into my mind while Damian Feytons was fucking me were impossible to ignore.

I missed class that afternoon. The weight of what I had realized was consuming me entirely.

When Victor came back around 9pm, I had not moved from my bed or eaten anything. I was still shaken up.

“Waiting for me, bitch?”

As usual, Victor took off his clothes right upon entering our room.

He grabbed my hair while undressing himself. He was ready for another round. He had been playing with my nipples and fingering my ass for days, of course, he was expecting me to spread my legs for him, once again. There was still a banana on his bedside table, ready to wreck me.

“Not now, Vic.” I mumbled, barely acknowledging his presence.

He was already throwing away his jeans. But what I had understood about myself that day had shattered something in me. I needed time.

“Feeling moody? Menstruations problem?” He joked.

Victor was hard, his dick was poking out from his underwear, already leaking. He rubbed himself against my face. He slid down his boxer briefs.

I pushed him back.

“Victor. Not now!” I repeated, more firmly this time.

“Come on honey, what the hell?” He tried to do his usual smirk.

But for some reason, I was done with him. Was it because my mind was set on Damian? Was it because that specific day had already been too much? Was it because the old me was trying a last plea to stop me from turning completely?

“Stop the bullshit.” I spoke.

“My little bitch is mad at me?” Again, he was mocking me.

“Shut the fuck up, Victor. I’m not your bitch. I’m not your cunt. I’m not yours.”

The words were coming out of me as if it was somebody else talking. I could not process my thoughts. It was my guts talking. And they had not talked for a very long time.

“Wow. Where is this coming from? Man, we’re friends.” Victor got closer to me again. He was more serious at this point.

“We’re not friends.” I spoke.

Again, I surprised myself. I thought that I was friend with Victor until that very moment when I expressed that we were not.

“Dude, what the fuck?” He touched my shoulder.

I stood up and pushed him against the wall. Violently this time.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” I latched out on him. I was on edge.

For once, he was the one being stunned from my behaviour.

“Are you crazy? You’re fucking insane, man!”

“I… Fuck off! Just leave me alone!”

I was completely out of myself, trembling.

“Go see a freaking shrink, dude. There’s something very wrong with you”

Victor was putting back his boxer briefs in a hurry. I noticed that he was losing his erection. A part of me felt bad for him. Another part of me wanted to downright kill him. But why? It was like two persons, the old me and the new me, were battling inside my brain and I was stuck in the middle, unable to make a conscious decision.

Shit, my roommate was probably right, I should see a shrink! I was becoming schizophrenic.

“Victor, I… I’m sorry but… I…”

“You’re scaring me, mate.”

He looked legitimately terrified. I was still shaking. I scared myself too.

And there, I said it. The thing which had been consuming me since I had sex with Damian, or maybe that I had been feeling for the last few months, or maybe even, since forever.

“I am gay.” I stated bluntly.

My roommate was putting his jeans on, ready to leave the room. He stopped himself. I had dropped a bomb. What the fuck did I just say?

“Scott. That… That’s a lot.”

Victor bit his lips and talked to me in a softer tone, almost in a whisper.

“Do you… Do you want talk about it?”

I sat down on my bed. I was not done with my revelations.

“Damian fucked me. He fucked me in the ass today.”

“That prick.” Victor said.

“I liked it, Vic. I loved it. And when he kissed me, I loved it too.”

Tears fell down from my eyes, but also from Victor’s eyes. I had not anticipated that. My roommate came sitting down next to me.

“You… You loved it… Because… Because it was Damian?” He asked.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Do you think you would like it too if it was another guy? Like, what would you feel if we were doing it together?”

Victor was fighting not to full on cry on me. I was even more confused.

“What do you mean?”

Victor took a deep breath: “Scott, would you let me kiss you?”

He got closer and put his arm around my shoulder. His face was now a few inches from mine. His lips touched mine. We were kissing. Only for a second though.

I had another crazy reaction, or maybe it was a gut reaction, I punched Victor’s in the face. It was both shocking and violent.

“Oh my God, Sorry!” I yelled, realizing what I had just done.

His nose was bleeding on his mouth and bare chest. He moved away from me.

“Don’t touch me!” He screamed while trying to wipe his nose with his hands.

“I’m so sorry… Shit. I did not want to… I just… It was an instinctive reaction. I promise. I’m so sorry, Victor! Please let me help you out. I did not mean to hurt you.”

I looked for tissues. I was still trembling a lot. What the hell did just happen? I was trying to make sense of things but it was just getting worse and worse. Victor was sobbing behind me. It was a complete nightmare.

“Take this. Oh my God, I hope your nose is not broken.” I said, apological.

He took the tissues. The bleeding was not that bad but I was afraid that I had broken one of his teeth as well.

“I don’t care about my nose.” He spoke.

He seemed devastated. He was not sad nor upset.

Shit. That was when I realized: He was heartbroken!

A crazier thought came to my mind:

“Wait, Vic… Are you… Are you in love with me?”

For sure, he would tell me again that I was insane! Maybe he would punch me in the face.

“What if I was?” He simply responded.

I remained silent.

What if he was? I had never been so lost in my entire life.

Victor went to our mirror to assess the damage on his nose. I mean, the guy had gotten punched right in the nose by a 20 years old wrestler, leading the state championship: of course, it was broken. But that evening, Victor went to bed like this, just making sure the bleeding had stopped.

“I have a big competition tomorrow.” I finally said to break the heavy silence in the room.

“Yeah.” Victor cleared his throat. “You should rest.”

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[Buuhan]

Ughhh Damian does something for me too Scotty lol I get it.
Scotty opened Pandora’s box. Lol good luck to him

 

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 29: Virgin no more (Part 2)

From my entire journey, if I were to pin point a moment when I became a cock-addicted slut, that would certainly be this one.

My hole swallowed the whole thing and I impaled myself on his monster cock. I rode it like it was the last thing I would do in my life. Maybe it was? That could kill me, but what a beautiful death that would be!

Damian was no longer thrusting his hips; I was doing all the fucking myself, going up and down on his shaft while he was grunting behind me, just holding my back.

The sounds of his balls fapping against my ass was crazy. I was looking at the wrestler in the tight yellow singlet on the poster in front of me. He was one of my idols. If only he could see me right now…

I thought of Coach Ranson. Would he be proud of me at that instant? As in most of the decisions that I was making, the opinion of my Head-Coach was the most important, if not, the only one that mattered.

Damian grabbed my neck from behind and pushed his dick one more time deep inside of me. He was tapping against my prostate.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, louder and louder.

“I’m gonna nut in your hole.” Damian whispered in my ears. “I’ll make you pregnant with my dirty spunk.”

“Please… please do….”

“How bad do you want it?”

“So fucking bad. Breed me, Damian. I’m begging you.”

He thrusted his hips some more. I was dizzy. Too much pleasure, or maybe too much pain, I could no longer differentiate one from the other.

“I’m fucking rearranging your guts, you nasty slut.”

“Yes… Yes… Please… Give me your cum. Please… You own me…” I begged.

He cummed in my ass at that exact moment, effectively breeding me with his warm alpha cum. I felt them, loads after loads, he was filling me up.

We were both sweating a lot, shaking too. For a few seconds, it felt like we were glued to each other, like when dogs are fucking. I did not want to let go of his wonderful cock still lodged inside of me, but he pushed me aside.

I found myself in the doggystyle position on the floor. Damian could not resist; he pushed his cock one more time in my hole while it was already deflating. Then, he was done.

“Damian…” I mumbled.

I was at a loss for words, lying on the floor. I had kept his thick milk in my ass.

“Just go back to your dorm.” Damian told me, being suddenly harsh.

He was standing above me, his two legs spread across my chest. I could not move. I needed a minute. Residue of cum fell from his slimy dickhead down on my face. I licked the last drops. No waste! He went back to sit on his own bed.

I thought of his roommate, Eli. We had just had sex in his bed! How crazy was that?

I struggled to stand back up. My hole was aching a bit. Damian had put headphones on, completely ignoring me. What the hell?

“Damian?”

I tried to get his attention but to be fair, I was not too sure of what I was trying to say.

“Go back to your dorm, fag.”

That hurt. So bad. But what was I expecting from Damian Feytons? A love story? How stupid could I be? I was just one of his whores.

“You kissed me.” I stated coldly.

He did not even look at me, he was putting back his shorts, staring at the wall now.

“Damian, talk to me!” I begged.

“Go away!” He barked, still looking at the wrestling star featured on the poster in front of him.

I had no choice but to leave the room, drained and confused.

Thankfully, when I came back in my own room, Victor was not there. I could not have handled him. I was very overwhelmed.

I got naked and took a good look at myself in the mirror. It was time to face the truth I had been trying to ignore for months.

I looked at my shaven and very sensitive nipples. There were once pecs but they had become titties.

Below, I looked at my abs, perfectly defined but hairless as well, and then, even lower, the metal chastity cage. There was a cock trapped underneath but it had been so long that I was not sure it was even real anymore. Was I born with a clit? No… I had a dick before. His name was Eddy. But I had locked him up, to shut him down.

I turned around to try and look at my huge ass, my fag bum. I spread my ass-cheeks, I had a stretched-out hole, or maybe should I call it a pussy? Damian Feyton’s warm cum was still coating inside of it.

How much longer could I lie to myself? What they had all been telling about me… For all these months… That must have been true. My mind was railing in all directions. The thoughts that came into my mind while Damian Feytons was fucking me were impossible to ignore.

I missed class that afternoon. The weight of what I had realized was consuming me entirely.

When Victor came back around 9pm, I had not moved from my bed or eaten anything. I was still shaken up.

“Waiting for me, bitch?”

As usual, Victor took off his clothes right upon entering our room.

He grabbed my hair while undressing himself. He was ready for another round. He had been playing with my nipples and fingering my ass for days, of course, he was expecting me to spread my legs for him, once again. There was still a banana on his bedside table, ready to wreck me.

“Not now, Vic.” I mumbled, barely acknowledging his presence.

He was already throwing away his jeans. But what I had understood about myself that day had shattered something in me. I needed time.

“Feeling moody? Menstruations problem?” He joked.

Victor was hard, his dick was poking out from his underwear, already leaking. He rubbed himself against my face. He slid down his boxer briefs.

I pushed him back.

“Victor. Not now!” I repeated, more firmly this time.

“Come on honey, what the hell?” He tried to do his usual smirk.

But for some reason, I was done with him. Was it because my mind was set on Damian? Was it because that specific day had already been too much? Was it because the old me was trying a last plea to stop me from turning completely?

“Stop the bullshit.” I spoke.

“My little bitch is mad at me?” Again, he was mocking me.

“Shut the fuck up, Victor. I’m not your bitch. I’m not your cunt. I’m not yours.”

The words were coming out of me as if it was somebody else talking. I could not process my thoughts. It was my guts talking. And they had not talked for a very long time.

“Wow. Where is this coming from? Man, we’re friends.” Victor got closer to me again. He was more serious at this point.

“We’re not friends.” I spoke.

Again, I surprised myself. I thought that I was friend with Victor until that very moment when I expressed that we were not.

“Dude, what the fuck?” He touched my shoulder.

I stood up and pushed him against the wall. Violently this time.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” I latched out on him. I was on edge.

For once, he was the one being stunned from my behaviour.

“Are you crazy? You’re fucking insane, man!”

“I… Fuck off! Just leave me alone!”

I was completely out of myself, trembling.

“Go see a freaking shrink, dude. There’s something very wrong with you”

Victor was putting back his boxer briefs in a hurry. I noticed that he was losing his erection. A part of me felt bad for him. Another part of me wanted to downright kill him. But why? It was like two persons, the old me and the new me, were battling inside my brain and I was stuck in the middle, unable to make a conscious decision.

Shit, my roommate was probably right, I should see a shrink! I was becoming schizophrenic.

“Victor, I… I’m sorry but… I…”

“You’re scaring me, mate.”

He looked legitimately terrified. I was still shaking. I scared myself too.

And there, I said it. The thing which had been consuming me since I had sex with Damian, or maybe that I had been feeling for the last few months, or maybe even, since forever.

“I am gay.” I stated bluntly.

My roommate was putting his jeans on, ready to leave the room. He stopped himself. I had dropped a bomb. What the fuck did I just say?

“Scott. That… That’s a lot.”

Victor bit his lips and talked to me in a softer tone, almost in a whisper.

“Do you… Do you want talk about it?”

I sat down on my bed. I was not done with my revelations.

“Damian fucked me. He fucked me in the ass today.”

“That prick.” Victor said.

“I liked it, Vic. I loved it. And when he kissed me, I loved it too.”

Tears fell down from my eyes, but also from Victor’s eyes. I had not anticipated that. My roommate came sitting down next to me.

“You… You loved it… Because… Because it was Damian?” He asked.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Do you think you would like it too if it was another guy? Like, what would you feel if we were doing it together?”

Victor was fighting not to full on cry on me. I was even more confused.

“What do you mean?”

Victor took a deep breath: “Scott, would you let me kiss you?”

He got closer and put his arm around my shoulder. His face was now a few inches from mine. His lips touched mine. We were kissing. Only for a second though.

I had another crazy reaction, or maybe it was a gut reaction, I punched Victor’s in the face. It was both shocking and violent.

“Oh my God, Sorry!” I yelled, realizing what I had just done.

His nose was bleeding on his mouth and bare chest. He moved away from me.

“Don’t touch me!” He screamed while trying to wipe his nose with his hands.

“I’m so sorry… Shit. I did not want to… I just… It was an instinctive reaction. I promise. I’m so sorry, Victor! Please let me help you out. I did not mean to hurt you.”

I looked for tissues. I was still trembling a lot. What the hell did just happen? I was trying to make sense of things but it was just getting worse and worse. Victor was sobbing behind me. It was a complete nightmare.

“Take this. Oh my God, I hope your nose is not broken.” I said, apological.

He took the tissues. The bleeding was not that bad but I was afraid that I had broken one of his teeth as well.

“I don’t care about my nose.” He spoke.

He seemed devastated. He was not sad nor upset.

Shit. That was when I realized: He was heartbroken!

A crazier thought came to my mind:

“Wait, Vic… Are you… Are you in love with me?”

For sure, he would tell me again that I was insane! Maybe he would punch me in the face.

“What if I was?” He simply responded.

I remained silent.

What if he was? I had never been so lost in my entire life.

Victor went to our mirror to assess the damage on his nose. I mean, the guy had gotten punched right in the nose by a 20 years old wrestler, leading the state championship: of course, it was broken. But that evening, Victor went to bed like this, just making sure the bleeding had stopped.

“I have a big competition tomorrow.” I finally said to break the heavy silence in the room.

“Yeah.” Victor cleared his throat. “You should rest.”

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Victor is still unsympathetic to a healthy person; love isn't manipulation or SA. He had it coming after all his slimy shit but the punch was rather poorly timed, making Russell feel guilty instead of getting Russell closure like it would have a minute before.

 

[Anime2]

Victor is still unsympathetic to a healthy person; love isn't manipulation or SA. He had it coming after all his slimy shit but the punch was rather poorly timed, making Russell feel guilty instead of getting Russell closure like it would have a minute before.

Facts couldnt agree more, if he loved scott that's not the way to go about it. He could see scott was dealing with a lot and instead of supporting through he added to the mind fuck which I suspect he already knew he was receiving from the wrestling staff.