Connor walked across the mat to his opponent who wore the blue singlet of the opposing university. Connor hoped his chastity cage was not too noticeable to the audience, but the wet spot on the front of his bright red singlet was hard to miss. Several of his teammates watched his self-conscious walk with sympathy in their eyes. Their coach, ruthlessly determined to bring home a trophy, stopped at nothing to motivate his wrestlers. While several of his teammates were locked in chastity, Connor was the only one who had been locked for a majority of the season.
At first, the cage had felt awkward and uncomfortable under the skintight Lycra of his singlet, but overtime Connor eventually got used to it. He became so accustomed to the hard resin shell around his manhood that there were times off the mat where he forgot he was even wearing it. That always ended once he got to the locker room. In there, everyone knew the team's best wrestlers from the ones that coach said "needed extra motivation." Most of the team chastity cages made their rounds pretty regularly; once a wrestler's performance increased and he proved himself able to win, the coach would unlock him and get the cage ready for the next wrestler that needed "motivating."
This season, however, had not been good to Connor. He started off on the wrong foot with a loss and got locked up by the coach. This was fairly normal as a few other members of the team also found themselves locked up initially. They were able to get unlocked within a few days or weeks though. Connor, for some reason, was never able to earn his key back. Even when he won his matches, the coach still demanded more. Eventually the weeks stretched into months, and Connor found himself going mad with lust. Connor's fellow wrestlers watched with pity as their teammate slowly lost his mind to ever growing horniness. Some of them had even become afraid to spar with him at practice due to his lust-fueled ferocity.
Connor finally couldn't take it anymore and approached his coach about the issue. All the other wrestlers that had been locked at the beginning of the season had been released, locked, and even released again. Why had he been singled out for this torture? The coach simply smiled at the growing spot of precum in Connor's singlet and told him that, if he won tomorrow's championship match, he would be unlocked. If he lost, however, he would stay locked.
This ultimatum rang in Connor's mind as he took his position on the mat. This one match would decide if he got his freedom or several more months of torturous denial as he waited for the next season and another chance to win back his right to orgasm. He didn't think his already fragile sanity could take even another week. He had to win; it was his only option.
The wrestler in blue sat on all fours waiting for his opponent to mount him and begin the match. His university had beaten their rivals in red many times before and this would be no different. All that confidence vanished, however, when he felt the lumps of a chastity cage pressing into his ass. He felt the red-clad warrior's muscles flex in fierce anticipation. As he felt his opponent's precum slowly soaking into the blue Lycra between his ass cheeks, he realized that this was a fight he could not win. His opponent had far too much to lose and would fight with a strength that he could not hope to possess.
Connor's coach watched with a satisfied smirk as Connor flipped and pinned his opponent almost immediately, securing the championship for his team. Secretly, he felt a little bad for what he did to Connor. He had earned his release a long time ago, but this was the only way he could find the strength to win. Sure, Connor probably hated him, but in the end, it was worth it to access the young man's true potential. As the two wrestlers, covered in both sweat and Connor's precum, got up off the mat, Connor looked triumphantly over at the coach. While the coach felt that keeping his promise would be the merciful and just option for his boy, a darker part of his mind considered keeping him locked until next season anyway, and maybe even the season after that.
Connor was still a freshman, and the coach was certain he could become one of the best wrestlers at their university with the proper...motivation. The coach could see it now: rows of trophies behind his desk and a legacy as one of the best collegiate wrestling coaches the country had ever seen, and Connor would be the one to get him there. After all, if Connor wrestled like this after only a few months of chastity, how would he be after a few years?
