The Wrestling Team “I was told today by the Athletic Direct..

The Wrestling Team “I was told today by the Athletic Director that if I don’t find big donors in thirty days, the wrestling program will be scrapped. I will be out of a job and the guys will be unable to wrestle for the school,” Coach Philips nursed the drink at the bar as Dr. Davis Sloan rubbed his muscular shoulders. The coach was still a very handsome man, with a tight body under the dress button up shirt. “How much do you need to bring in,” the doctor asked as he ran his hand down the broad back. “Ha, they are talking about hundreds of thousands,” the coach slipped his drink. “College Wrestling isn’t as big a draw as football or basketball.” The coach knew the doctor for several years. Philips was a student of Dr. Sloan when he wrestled at State. The wrestling jock was one of the first that the doctor seduced. The muscular bubble butt in the tight spandex singlet was irresistible for the professor. Philips definitely still had the tight bubble ass on him, the doctor mused as he checked out how the coach filled out his khakis. “I might be able to help you,” the doctor stroked the younger man’s lower back. The coach turned and looked up at the doctor. He knew all about the doctor. “How?” “I know several friends of mine that would enjoy sponsoring your wrestlers,” the Doctor's right hand lingered on the coach’s lower back, stroking just above the khakis’ belt. “The boys are straight,” the coach replied in a concerned voice. However, the doctor knew that he was intrigued and was getting a hard on in his tight pants. “So was you,” the doctor leaned in and whispered into his ear. “Yess, sir,” the coach closed his eyes. An hour later the coach was naked on the doctor’s bed, with his thick thighs and arms wrapped around the older man. The doctor was slamming hard into the wrestling coach’s tight hole. The coach’s deep moans and grunts filled the room. All worries about the morality of helping the doctor to enslave his wrestlers was being fucked right out of him. He knew his wrestlers would eventually love being fucked as much as he does after the doctor talked to them. They will be so much happier. He felt only blissful happiness when the doctor eventually came deep inside him. “You wanted to see us, Coach,” Braden knocked and stuck his head between the door. “Come in, guys,” Coach Philips got up from behind his desk and greeted the three wrestlers as they walked into his office. The three wrestlers, Braden,Wayne, and Dek were his best wrestlers, each one regional champs. They called each other the three amigos. They were best friends and even roommates. Braden was the captain of the wrestling team and the leader of the small group of friends. His hair was a rush color red that only highlighted his pale body. His yellow singlet he was wearing was fitting like a glove over his muscle packed body. He was the most muscular of the three and could easily go into bodybuilding if he wanted to. The singlet definitely was showing off his chisel abs. The doctor, who was sitting in front of the coach’s desk, got a nice side profile of Braden’s impressive ass. It was like a shelf as it pushed the singlet out from his narrow waist and over the two large glutes. While Braden was the more muscular of the group, Wayne was the tallest with dark brown hair. He was the only one on the team that had a tattoo, an American flag tattoo was on his smooth left chest. The coach told the doctor previously that Wayne was from West Virginia, and from Wayne’s stanish the doctor could tell he had a redneck, and even an arrogant, air about him. His singlet’s leg holes were pushed high up his muscular thighs, showing off his long legs. The doctor couldn’t wait to have those legs in the air while he bred that country boy ass. Dex was a cute, Italian boy from New Jersey, with dark hair and eyes. He was the smallest and shortest of the three. However, through the tight singlet he was just as ripped and muscular as his friends. His short stature gave him a chip on his shoulders. He tries to compensate for his shortness by acting tough and macho. He even walked with a sexy stagger. He might be short, but from the bulge in his skin tight singlets, he was definitely hung. As for his ass, as Dex turned around to close the office door, the doctor noticed that Dex’s bubble ass was equal to or even superior to his taller friends’. The three wrestlers thought it was odd that Coach Philips told them to wear their match day singlets while they practice and work out that day, but they trusted the coach. “Guys, have a seat. I want to introduce you to Dr. Sloan. He was my professor here at State when I was a wrestler here. He helped me to focus before matches and he is willing to help you three as well,” the Coach stood facing his three best wrestlers. The wrestlers took their seats in front of the desk. The doctor couldn’t help but notice the three wrestlers were sitting with their thick legs spread, displaying full packages in the tight revealing singlets. “Coach, we already focus, we are the best,” Wayne spoke up, in his thick Appalachian accent. The other two wrestlers laughed. The doctor stepped forward, joining in their laughter, “there is always room for improvement, even for the best. All elite athletes strive to be better, even when they are at the top of their game or sport. They always reach for new goals or break through new plateaus. I am here to merely help you to break through any plateaus you have and make you be better.” The doctor singled the coach to turn off the lights and turn on a projector. “Come on, not some hypo crap,” Wayne laughed. “Wayne,” Philips scolded him. “That’s ok. I know that it is quite controversial, but some of the best athletes used this method to help them focus. Now just focus on the dot on the wall. You can trust me, there is nothing to worry about. Just focus. Focus is the primary tool of all great athletes. They block out all outside interference,” the doctor’s voice grew lower and steady. Sloan knew the wrestlers wanted to be considered one of the best. They always imitate great athletes. “To be really great you need to focus. Block out everything and just focus. Focus on my voice, focus on the dot,” the doctor moved behind each wrestler. They stared straight ahead. “More focused you become, the more relaxed you become. Breathe in and out, deep steady breathes,” the doctor took them deeper. Their muscular chests raised and far, as they breathe in and out. “Good. You trust me completely. It feels so good to trust me. The more you trust and obey me the more relaxed you become. All good athletes obey,” the Doctor walked behind each wrestler. “It feels good to obey and trust me. Everything I tell you is the truth. You can trust me. All good athletes achieve greatness by obeying. The more they obey the more aroused they become. You are good athletes, and it feels so good to obey.” “Feel good to obey,” the three wrestlers moaned in unison. The doctor noticed the growing hardons in each wrestler’s singlet. “My touch feels so good on your hard muscles. You feel so relaxed and aroused as I touch you. You feel so relaxed and obedient,” the doctor touched Braden’s shoulders. The redhead wrestler let out a deep moan. The doctor slowly eased the singlet’s straps off the broad, muscle packed shoulders. Braden breathed heavier as he slipped the singlet over the shoulders and down the muscular arms. Dr. Sloan whispered into Braden’s ear, “stand up and strip.” Without protest, the redhead wrestler stood up and peeled off his singlet. He peeled it down his arms and down his narrow waist, revealing his white jockstrap. His cock was bulging the jock pouch. The doctor was pleased as he admired the round, pale ass framed by the jockstrap. Dr. Sloan moved on to the next wrestler. “It is so natural and feels so good to be touched and worshipped by another man. It feels good to submit. All great athletes must pleasure their fans,” the doctor moved to Dex and began to peel off the compact wrestler’s singlet off his shoulders. He whispered into Dex’s ear and whispered the same command to strip. Dex stood up and peeled off his singlet. He pulled it down over his round bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of white spandex wrestling briefs that were stretched over his big, hard cock and ass. The doctor then moves to Wayne, “the ultimate muscle worship is to take a cock up your ass. You are strong, powerful athletes. You are built to be fucked, and fucked hard. You are a man. You will feel pleasure when getting fucked. When you win you get fucked. It is pleasurable when you win, it pleasurable when you get fucked.” Wayne grunted. His cock was so hard in his tight singlet. “Good, boy, stand up and strip,” the doctor whispered into Wayne’s ear. Wayne stood and peeled his singlet off his tall muscular body. He wore no underwear under the singlet. His cock popped free, hard cock and throbbing. “Philips, prepared Dex’s and Braden’s ass,” the Doctor ordered the coach. Coach Philips obediently knelt behind Braden’s ass and spread the muscular ass cheeks before pushing his face between the firm cheeks. Meanwhile, Dr. Sloan turned Wayne around by the muscular arms and pushed the tall wrestler back onto the desk. Wayne looked up at his new master as the doctor lifted up his muscular legs and threw them onto his shoulder. Dr. Sloan then aimed his cock at Wayne’s tight hole. “Relax your hole. You will feel only pleasure,” the doctor whispered as he pushed into the redneck wrestler. Wayne moaned loud in pleasure as he was penetrated for the first time. He wrapped his long legs around the doctor in a classic wrestling move. However, instead of wrestling for dominance, he was pulling the Doctor deep into his straight tight ass.