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Taking Down the Captain- Part 3 of 3
🕑 Added 2025-08-24 20:50:36 +0000 UTCIt's time for the big finish, and this one is worth the wait. Anthony has one last surprise awaiting him, and as one of my longest posts written for this site, I guess that means that all of you have one as well. VIP readers, check out the multiple videos that go along with this story in the private server and make sure to let our model there know how he and this story made you feel...
The double doors leading out to the gym had closed behind me, and I was alone now in the tunnel. For the first time since I’d walked out of my apartment earlier this afternoon, it was quiet. Mercifully and painfully quiet. I’d been surrounded by loud music, cheers from the crowd, and finally, laughter from them as they videoed me stripping down to a tiny, pink thong before ending up naked. The rush of the win was now fading away, and I was left naked here and finally realizing what I’d just done.
Still holding onto my gifted underwear, I walked towards the locker room and prayed that it would be empty. I assumed that the rest of the team was out there celebrating the win, but it wouldn’t be the same without me there.
The air conditioning felt colder now as I walked into the empty room covered in sweat and without a stitch of clothing on above my socks. I headed to my locker to get dressed, but before I got there, the door to Coach Sterling’s office opened, and his hulking frame appeared in the doorway. The timing didn’t matter though- I had just noticed that my locker door was hanging open to reveal an empty locker.
“Listen, coach, I can-”
“How could you possibly explain what just happened? If it’s some hazing that the team put you up to, then I need to know how they blackmailed you into it.”
“They forced me to…”
I had no idea what I could even say.
“And how did they do that? Explain that, Anthony.”
Those fuckers had me cornered. I couldn’t even say what they did without revealing the dirt that they had on me.
“Well, if you can’t answer, then it sounds like that was a lie. Then what is it? Is this some sex thing for you?”
“No, coach- it’s not.”
“Then why did you wear those panties like a little slut?”
“Coach, I don’t have anything else- my locker is empty.”
Stepping into the thong, I pulled it up over my legs even though the sweaty fabric barely covered what was beneath in the slightest. My thick cock was obscenely pressed against it, but I had no other choice.
“Really, you’re saying you have nothing else to wear?”
“No coach, I don’t.”
“Then explain what I found in your locker. Tell me why I shouldn’t think you’re a little slut who is using this team as a way to show off.”
My duffel bag hit me in the chest, but it just harmlessly fell to the ground- my water bottle and gear obviously weren’t in it. Picking it up, I pulled out what looked like random clips and pieces of fabric, and I’m confused as to why some art supplies were pissing him off so much. Once I laid everything out on the bench though, I could see why he was so mad.
My team had one last surprise awaiting me.
“Is this the victory outfit that you were going to wear on the way home?”
“No, coach- this is just a prank. I-”
“Put it on.”
“Coach, you can’t be serious.”
“If you want to stay on this team, then you’re going to do what I say. Now, put. this. on.”
All of the adrenaline had left my body, and my legs felt a thousand pounds each as I stepped towards the bench. I grabbed the nipple clamps first, and with two winces, I clipped them on. They maintained a constant pressure, but if I turned too quickly, pain radiated through my pecs. The leather wristbands were strapped on next, and then I stepped into… well, I’m not really sure what I stepped into.
I had taken off the underwear by this point, but I wouldn’t really be covering up again. There was a waistband, but everything below it was a maze of straps. I almost tripped a couple of times, but on the third try, I got it right and pulled the underwear into position. The back was like a jockstrap, but there was no pouch up front. Just a couple of straps and a ring to put my cock through. Once I did, it protruded out even further and looked like I was hard. It wouldn’t take much though because my dick was responding to everything that I was putting on.
Last, but certainly not least, was the thick chain around my neck. It made me feel like a dog, and I unfortunately knew that if Coach asked me to bark to stay on the team, then I would. Instead, he asked me to do something worse.
“Turn around- I want you to see yourself.”
There were mirrors on both sides of the locker room, and as I turned, I saw every angle reflected my way.
“Now, just so you don’t look like a little bitch in our next match, you’re going to get this out of your system. Jerk off so you can blow your load and start thinking straight again.”
“Coach, you can’t be serious?”
“It’s either this or you walk out of this locker room and never walk back in again. Your choice.”
There wasn’t a choice then- I had to do what he said. Grabbing my cock, I began to pump it back and forth between my grasp, and all of this pent-up tension worked its way towards release. It felt so good to stroke myself right now, but Coach hadn’t taken his eyes off of me once, and I could feel his gaze burning into me.
“Now, I want you to have to see what we all saw out there during your little charade. Get into starting position.”
“Yes, Coach.”
That meant getting down on all fours, and as I looked into the mirror, I could see my spread open ass reflected from the other wall. I looked obscene, but my cock obviously liked what was happening.
“Now slap your ass, Anthony.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but then I saw him standing there, right at the edge of what I could see in the mirror. He was pawing at his bulge through his slacks, and I knew that he was the one calling the shots.
Staying in position, I balanced on one hand as I reached up to give my ass a few slaps. I could see my bubble butt reverberating with each slap, and between that and the nipple clamps, I liked what I was feeling.
“Am I done now, Coach?”
I had stood back up at this point, but to answer me, he shoved me back down onto the bench.
“Not a chance, fucker. You’re not getting out of here until you can think straight again, and I need to see your load spread across your chest to know when that happens.”
“Yes, Coach,” I said with my voice trembling. I was so fucking turned on by now, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know why. Was it the clamps? The chain? Was it the feeling of pulling off that thong earlier and letting everyone see me exposed like a little bitch? Or was it the authoritative man in front of me ordering me around?
As I kept stroking, I realized that I couldn’t eliminate any of those options, which scared me the most. I could feel myself getting closer to coming, but I couldn’t slow down. Not as I finally realized that the rest of the team could barge through those doors at any moment.
Oh my god, I would never be able to live that down if they all saw me like this jerking off for our coach. Fuck…
Stroking faster, I didn’t even see Coach get up and walk over to the large hamper next to the shower room. He rummaged around, digging through towels, before he pulled out someone’s jockstrap.
“I want you to get back into the mindset of a wrestler. I need you to know what I expect from you this season.” He looped the jockstrap over my head with the sweaty basket spread over my face. “I only want real men on this team.”
“Yes, coach.”
“Breath in that musk and know that that man worked hard every minute of practice to soak that jockstrap in sweat.”
“Thank you, Coach.”
I could smell the sweat as it enveloped my face, but at least my eyes were covered. All I could focus on now was how fucking good this felt and how wrong that was since it was also fucking humiliating. I was whimpering like a bitch, and I could feel my legs convulsing under me as I tried to make this feeling last longer. I’d wanted to finish as earlier as possible, but now, I just wanted to chase this feeling.
“Oh my god, this feels so good.”
“Good boy, Anthony.”
That encouragement made my cock spasm in my hand, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. As I pumped my cock for the last few times, it finally dawned on me that I think that I was the only guy on the team that still wore a jockstrap like a real wrestler. This one wasn’t mine though, which could only mean that it belonged to…
“Coach!”
With one final gasp of air, I felt my cock spray my warm seed across my chest, and I could barely catch my breath as I shot burst after burst of cum. I was fucking exhausted, and as I tore the jockstrap off of me, Coach was standing there with a smirk on his face.
“Now, we can consider it even.”
“Thank you, Coach.”
“The rest of the team has been running laps in the gym for allowing you to walk out of the locker room like that, so you can go out there and tell them that they’re done for the night.”
“Wait, can’t I at least have some clothes to change into first?”
“No- have a good night, Anthony.”
And with that, he pulled me up, escorted me over to the tunnel again, and closed the door behind me.
Comments
Naked Justice
I think that for Tony should be punished further. For the whole year he has to wear the cockring-style thing or nothing at all for training. And as coach is sure that Tony was pranked, at all contest one randomly chosen teammate has to wrestle Olympic style - plus Tony.
