Wresting Team Gone Wild Ch. 30

A new coach with rather unorthodox methods is appointed to bring the University's wresting team back to the top. Unfortunately for straight hunk Scott, the path to victory involves turning him into the team's bitch.

Please be aware that this story involves a lot of manipulation elements (straight to gay). The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy!

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Wrestling Team Gone Wild

Chapter 30: The ultimate test

I did not sleep more than a few minutes that night. Damian fucking me, Victor trying to kiss me, the competition to come. And above all, my freaking identity crisis kept me up all night. Was I really gay? Did I just come out? How the world could keep on spinning while this was all happening?

The next morning, I was probably in the worst state to compete but I still hopped on the bus with the rest of the team.

Wrestling had to remain my number one priority. All I had done so far was in the name of the sport, I could not give up now.

I carefully avoided Damian, - who had not said a word to me since we had fucked - and went to sit next to Cory while Daniel was giving us a motivation speech. Usual before our competitions.

"You have a weird face, man. All good?" Cory asked.

"All good." I replied sternly.

I was glad that he did not ask me to jerk him off in the bus. I was not in the mood. Cory and the other Wolves probably wanted to save their cum for the competition anyway. I did not have to blow any of their cocks that morning.

The Head-Coach removed my chastity cage while we were in the locker-room, just a few minutes before the weigh-in. He was probably expecting some sort of reaction (and by that, I mean, a blatant erection) but I was numb.

Frankly, my dick being freed was a non-event that time. At this point, if I had wanted to get any kind of sexual release, it would have come from my prostate, not from my abnormally long penis.

Coach Ranson could tell that something was wrong. Of course, he knew me better than anyone else. Maybe he could help me? I could no longer think straight (quite literally) and I was out of options.

I needed someone to tell me what to do. Good thing was, ordering me around was Coach Ranson's speciality.

"Russel. Get your head back in the game." He spoke. "You have a competition to win. You have come so far; you cannot let the pressure get to you now. There is today and then there is the finale tournament next Saturday, after that, you will be the biggest wrestling champion of the state, maybe of the entire country! FOCUS!"

Wrestling. That was easy. I could handle that. I knew what to do on the mat. I nodded yes. But Coach Ranson was not satisfied. He slapped me harshly. My cheek turned purple.

"Son, come back here, get into your beast mode! There is one place on Earth where you can forget all of your problems and this is right there, on the mat. Let go of all of the polluting thoughts that are messing with your brain!"

The Head-Coach really was a master at finding the right words. This was precisely what I needed to hear. I was craving for an escape from my own mind.

"And don't forget, maybe you don't want to use your... mmm... fluids today, but the other athletes won't shy away from doing everything they can to stop you. You need to be prepared, Scott."

Again, that was true. My opponents did not shy away from using their hard cocks to block me or to try to throw me off.

Every four athletes that I met during this competition jizzed on me through their respective singlets. One particularly fit Latino guy had probably saved himself for an entire month because it felt like he was releasing gallons of sperm over my ass. I was drenched and it went through my own singlet.

That did not phase me one bit.

They could spray all their spunk over my singlet, ass, or face if they wanted to, I would still beat them!

And I did. One after the other, I smashed their asses. My mind was clear. I was precise and strong. I latched all of the stress that I had been feeling from the previous 24 hours onto my opponents.

When the referee held my hand in sign of victory, Coach Ranson looked so proud of me.

Some fans in the audience were disappointing that the notorious "Cum-Stick" was competing with his dick flaccid and without any cum or piss on his face. They expected more for me. But this could not get to me either. I was a beast and I was winning. It was all that mattered.

I barely remember anything from my matches that day, only the incredible sensation of peace of mind that I felt throughout the competition.

Sadly, that did not last and as soon as I was declared victorious of my last match, the disturbing thoughts came back creeping into my brain. My dick was free from the cage but it was, once again, my asshole which was begging for attention.

In what kind of freak had I turned into?

The wolves were cheering for me in the bus back to the campus. Daniel and Coach Ranson were very satisfied with my moves and more generally with the performance of the team. Damian was the only one who was moody and did not take part in the celebration. He had obtained his poorest results ever; losing each of his match. I wondered if that had anything to do with me.

Maybe I was imagining things.

I was sitting next to Harry on the ride back. He was wearing some tiny black shorts, clearly bulging underneath. My ass was twitching at the sight. It had been more than 24 hours that my hole had been filled with a cock. I did not have my butt plug on, and I had been so stressed out... I needed a good prostate's massage, badly!

Each bump on the road, I wanted to feel it deep within my hole. I was a real whore.

It turned out that my cravings would be fulfilled sooner than I was expecting.

I did not go back to the dorms when we arrived at campus. I had to meet with Coach Ranson in his office to put the chastity cage back on. We were also supposed to discuss the strategies for the very last competition of the year.

That would be a huge event and our university would host, welcoming athletes from all over the State. There would be some scooting agents from professional wrestling teams present as well.

"You really want to put the cage back on, without even cumming first?" Coach Ranson asked as I was standing before him, already naked, residue of the jizz from my opponents still drying and coating on my skin.

Even him seemed perplex by how far I was committed to this "non-ejaculation" rule.

"I'm not sure... I guess I don't feel the need to cum this way anymore..." I casually replied.

"This way?"

"Doctor Peterson had advised me to find other outlets to release my tension..." I explained.

"Good for you, boy."

The Coach was playing with the cage in his hands. He seemed fascinated by the tiny metal bars.

"Coach, can I talk to you about something personal?"

My heart started beating faster in my chest. I knew that it was time. I needed to get this weight out of my chest.

"You know it, son. You can tell me anything."

"Coach, do you..." I gulped. "Do you think that I am gay?"

Coach Ranson chuckled. I was mortified.

"What an odd thing to ask your wrestling coach!" He said, a large smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, Coach. This is probably ridiculous, I..."

"No." He cut me off. "Please, we are way passed this point. Besides, I already know everything about your struggles with your sexual identity, there is absolutely no reason to feel ashamed about that. But why are you asking me that exactly? Why now?"

I could not go back now. I had to put it all on the table.

"Lately, I have been playing with my nipples... And also... With my ass. A lot. The thing is... I like it so much better than cumming with my cock! I's crazy, Coach. I thought that I was straight! I really thought so. I was attracted to girls, all my life. I mean, I think so... But this year, everything has changed... I... I mean, it's gay to love to take it in the ass, right? Maybe it is because of the protein that I am lacking! Doctor Peterson told me that I would turn gay if I did not swallow enough cum. I thought that I was ingesting enough jizz though! I swear, between the bottles you provide to me and all the cocks that I'm sucking. Maybe it is because..."

Coach Ranson put his middle finger on my lips to stop my rent.

"Shhh.... Scott, Relax. Don't you think it is more likely that you were lying to yourself for all of these years?"

I swallowed my saliva.

"I truly don't know at this point. It's like... I simply don't know who I am anymore." I said, genuinely.

As he would often do, the Coach came near me and patted my hair in a paternal manner.

"First of all, know that your sexual orientation would not change the way I feel about you and your accomplishments in this team. I may not have been tender towards fags, but you, you're different. I will always love you."

He kissed my forehead. I nodded yes, not comprehending how abnormal it was for a Coach to say something like this to one of his athletes.

But I was not done. I had more to say.

"Coach... I let... I let Damian Feytons fuck me in the ass yesterday."

The patting on my hair suddenly felt like the Coach was gripping them. It hurt!

"You chose Feytons, then!" He grunted, angrily.

Suddenly, he was no longer caring or understanding. He looked mad.

"What? Coach... I.... No! I... I did not choose him. It just happened."

"You picked freaking Feytons to lose your virginity over!" He sighed. "That's quite funny considering the way he's been treating you."

"What do you mean, Coach?"

Coach Ranson let go of me. He seemed very angry. Just like Victor, he was not surprised by my coming-out (if we can call it that) but he was pissed that Damian had been the one to pop my cherry. A crazy thought went through my mind, maybe my Head-Coach wanted to have the honour of fucking my ass first?

"I hate creating frictions within my team but to be quite honest, I think Feytons is using you, son." He spoke sombrely.

"Damian has not said a word to me since that happened..."

"See, an inconsiderate lover!" Coach Ranson exclaimed.

The word "lover" got my mind railing but I remained silent.

"This is quite unfortunate." The Head-Coach then said.

"Coach, I... I'm not sure to follow."

"It is unfortunate that while you are struggling to come into terms with who you are, you stumble into someone as manipulative as Damian Feytons. The guy has been jealous of you since day one. I'm sure he is really happy messing with your brain! Probably he wanted to throw you off, right before an important competition."

This seemed so obvious now that the Coach was saying it! Feytons only wanted to fuck with my mind... while fucking me! He freaking used me.

"I'm so stupid..."

Coach Ranson slapped me. It was the second time that day. Not that it was surprising anymore.

"Don't you dare say such a thing about yourself, son! You're just so pure at heart that sometimes, you don't see ill intentions in the people around you."

"My father has always told me that I was too naïve..."

The Head Coach held my face and got really close. Would he try to kiss me too? I was confused.

"This is a wonderful quality, Scotty. Naivety is so much better than mistrust or cynicism. But sometimes, you just have to stand up for yourself."

"Yes, Coach. I know that you're right."

"Scott, do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do!"

It felt like an insult that Coach Ranson would question my dedication towards him.

"I was really hoping it would not come to that but I don't think we have much more choice at this point." The Head-Coach sighed. "This is the only way." He was more talking to himself than to me.

Coach Ranson paced around his desk. I was still standing in the middle of the room, stark naked. As always, the man clearly had a plan.

The Coach threw away some files from his desk to clear it and moved behind me. The atmosphere had shifted. He grabbed my waist from behind.

"Bend over, Scott."

My heart was racing even faster. He could not be serious!

"Coach... Why...?"

"I thought you trusted me?"

"I do... but..."

"Look, boy. I hate the fact that it has come to that but here we are. We have to settle this! After everything you've done for the team, Scott, I do believe that you deserve to know who you are. And the only way we can clarify this for good is to shove my big cock in your ass!"

He grabbed my ass. I felt a shiver going through my neck.

"Coach, please... That would be wrong."

Who was I trying to convince?

"The way I see it: either my cum filling up your hole will finally set you back straight, or it will confirm that you are definitely a queer. In any event, there is only one way to find out."

That literally took my breath away. Saying that I was shocked would be an understatement but at the same time, it was like everything happening in the last nine months had led to that. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew that my wrestling Coach would sodomize me one day or the other. It seemed like it was time.

Also, I could not deny it: my hole was waking up again, itching to feel some sort of penetration. And not only my hole! My humongous dick was getting hard at the thought of Coach Ranson fucking me.

What the hell?!

"Coach... This is too much; This is going too far... I...."

"Oh, don't you think that I'm not disgusted by that, Scotty. Homosexual behaviours sicken me, but I don't see any other option at this point."

He slid down his shorts behind me. I felt his dick poking against my ass. He was already hard.

"Coach, I don't want you to feel forced to... to fuck me. This is not necessary."

"Just bend over, boy. I can see how much you crave it and this is the least that I can do. Before making a final decision about your sexuality, you need to really understand what it is like to feel a big fat alpha cock in your ass. We have been beating around the bush for too long already!"

"Beating around the bush?" I mumbled.

He was groping my ass more and more sexually.

"For fuck's sake, Scott. Will it be disgusting for me? For sure, it will! But let's be real, your butthole has always looked more like a pussy than a man asshole. Shaven like that, it looks like something I would gladly fuck so let's just get down to business!"

"Coach, you... You want to fuck me?" I heard me say.

Now, he was rubbing his wet cockhead in my ass crack. He seemed to be getting annoyed with my questioning. Why was I even bothering? The decision was already made.

"It has nothing to do with what I want! Damn, you can be so stupid at times!" I thought I should not call myself stupid, but obviously, Coach Ranson had all rights to do so.

"We have one more competition to go and there is no way I'm gonna let the star of my team compete in that turmoiled state. Besides, we always knew this was the best way for you to ingest cum, anally, I mean. But Doctor Peterson and I were hoping we would not have to go there."

"Oh... Coach..."

He lodged his fat veiny cock in my ass-crack like a freaking hot dog. He was whispering in my ear now:

"You have been the one asking me if you were gay or not. You have been the one who kept on teasing me. Relentlessly, you have moved and twerked your big butt around me. That's enough! This will be the ultimate test. Just let me fuck your ass so we can settle this once and for all!"

It had been months since I had gotten used to obey the Coach's every command.

It had been months since I had learned not to challenge anything he would ask for me to do.

And it had been too long since I had felt my hole getting pounded.

I did bend over against the desk. I was terrified, nervous... but also, and maybe that's the worst part in all of this, I was very much excited! My stiffed cock was getting crushed against the desk.

I heard the Coach finishing undressing behind me. It did not take long; he was only wearing a tank top; His blue nylon shorts were already at his ankles and he kept his trainers on.

He pressed his hand against my head to push it against the top of his desk. My nose was smacked against the wood. I felt the hard dick of the Coach sliding up and down in my ass-crack.

"You need to ask for it, Scott. I would never fuck you otherwise. I want to make it very clear that this is fully consensual, that YOU want me to sodomize you."

Oh, my freaking God, Coach Ranson sounded so excited. I felt precum dripping against my ass. I also weirdly felt his heart-beating pulsating in his cock.

Why lie? I wanted this.

"I want you to fuck me, Coach."

My parents had taught me to be polite.

"Please, Sir." I added.

The pain was immense. Coach Ranson did not lube his cock or my hole and immediately shoved his huge veiny dick in my ass, stretching my already aching hole from Damian's pounding. I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.

Sure, I had been playing with my ass for more than 15 days straight at this point but this was a whole other level! That dick was gigantic!

"Aaaaaaaaah...." I screamed.

The Head Coach put his big and sweaty hands over my mouth to shut me up.

He thrusted his dick even further inside of me. It had hurt so bad at first that I thought it was already all in, but far from it, there were still inches and inches of meaty cock left to penetrate me. I felt like my hole was being torn apart!

"Just relax, Scott. It's gonna hurt if you don't!" Coach Ranson advised.

"Please... St... Stop..." I mumbled beneath his big hand, licking his fingers while I was trying to talk.

"Scott... Get a grip! I asked you very clearly if you wanted to get fucked, you said yes. We have already talked about being a man and how important it is to stick to your commitments. You have to learn to take it!"

Of course, he was right.

He gave another big thrust and his dick destroyed my ass further. And I thought that Damian was being rough! If only I knew.

"Mmmm...." I moaned, licking his fingers some more, more or less intentionally.

"Trust me, son. This is good for you. Maybe if you don't like my dick deep inside your ass..." Another thrust. "... It's because you're not that gay after all...." He pounded me harder. "...But to know that, we have no choice but to test it out...." He grabbed my nipples. "...Think about all that healthy precum sliding in your guts."

I was about to faint.

It was still very painful but somehow, somewhere, I was feeling my prostate being stimulated. The balls of the Coach fapped against my ass. He was in deep, now. How big was his cock? Nine inches? God! Even Amir could barely shove dildos that thick and that big inside his ass.

Ok, I just had to relax. Could I actually feel any pleasure from this? My hole just had to stretch itself a bit more.

"Such a good boy." Coach Ranson put his hands on my back.

I was panting. But I was taking it! His huge cock was going back and forth in my ass, pounding me like a sex doll.

"I'm so proud of you." He told me while making more ample movements, almost getting his dick out before shoving it back in, entirely.

"Fuuuuuuck.... Mmmmmm..."

Every time, I felt like I was about to die but every time, it ended with me moaning of pleasure.

"You love that big sausage in your bussy, boy! Tell me you love it!"

"I do... Fuck... yeah... Pound me, Coach!"

I was smiling. As long as my Coach was proud of me, I felt good. What else mattered?

His hand slid down my chest, my abs, until ultimately, he grabbed my dick. I was fully hard. Eddy had woken up for good, too excited by what was going on.

"We have our proof!" The Coach exclaimed, stroking my elephant dick while he kept on banging me from behind. "You're a fucking fag, boy!"

Coach Ranson was hysterical. Case closed. I was a freaking homo.

He grabbed precum from my own dick to shove it in my mouth. He was now fucking me while pushing three fingers deep in my throat.