Marty loses it

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humiliation Sex  |  House: Stripping and Humiliation

Marty is a subpar member of Coach's college wrestling team. Marty's enthusiasm for the sport is not matched by his talent, and Coach wants to get rid of him. With the aid of a more skilled wrestler who is in on Coach's joke, Coach devises a very public humiliation that he hopes will render Marty utterly incapable of wrestling ever again, at least on a team in front of an audience.

Marty had just lost another match, and he knew his beloved Coach was displeased.

Marty was a short sophomore, with an unruly mop of red frizzy hair, around 5'5". He was about five pounds overweight and Coach had told him this was one of his problems. Marty was lazy and he liked beer, so he ignored Coach on this score. This pissed off Coach a lot. All of the other boys on the team stuck to rigid diets and regular workouts.

Not Marty. Coach began to devise a plan to humiliate Marty enough to get him off the team. Marty had become a liability. With Marty dispatched, Coach believed his team had a real shot at a championship.

Marty was considered cute, if somewhat brash and annoying at times. He had several good friends who put up with him. He was an average student, majoring in accounting.

Marty wasn't thrilled with his physique although he wasn't close to self-loathing. Like Coach said, Marty would like to have been able to trim his waistline just a bit so it wouldn't jiggle. Same thing with Marty's pecs. Marty hated them. They would never firm up and they also jiggled. Marty's nipples looked weird to him. They were somewhat inverted and they were sensitive as hell, and they turned cherry red from their usual dark pink when Marty found them getting hard.

Marty also longed for more body hair. He had next to none other than pubes and armpits. Marty's skin was rather pale.

Marty noticed the problem with his nipples by accident, during a match. Marty wore a fairly thin yellow singlet when he wrestled, and underneath that, a flimsy G-string. Marty believed this outfit benefitted him the most, but the singlet did show off considerable flesh, which bothered Marty depending on who was watching him.

The singlet was supported by two straps on each shoulder. They covered his nipples completely, but sometimes the sides of Marty's breasts would protrude and of course Marty's ample red armpit hair was not covered at all. This did not bother Marty who considered his armpit hair very masculine.

However during this particular match, one of Marty's nipples popped out and Marty was startled at just how red and turgid it was. Marty quickly recovered the nipple with the singlet, wondering if he should invest in a new uniform. That was embarrassing! No one seemed to notice, it though, so Marty, as lazy as he was, never got around to replacing the yellow singlet with something a bit more substantial.

Marty would regret this down the road, but a lot of people would wind up cheering for that little yellow singlet.

One thing Marty didn't care for during wrestling matches was when other wrestlers touched his ass. Marty knew he had a good butt, even though it too jiggled, but he found it "gay" when he wrestled if his butt was upturned or being used against him for leverage by his opponent. Marty watched other matches and noted that this was just part of the sport, so he came to terms with it.

Coach's plan began with his announcement of An Evening of Charity Wrestling, starring all the members of them wrestling each other. Coach would compile the entire lineup, making the pairings he thought would work best.

There would be no referees. The team would be using a streamlined method of submission whre the wrestler who was able to pin the loser would yell "1, 2, 3" and the loser would say "submit." They'd done this in practice.

Coach paired Marty with Sheldon, a superior (and handsome) dark-haired freshman wrestler a few inches shorter than Marty. Sheldon was a natural and the apple of Coach's eye. Both Marty and Sheldon were clean-shaven and always well-groomed. Marty was jealous of Sheldon, who had the best body on the team and was a heartthrob with the girls on campus. Sheldon was disdainful of Marty for several reasons, so when Coach presented Sheldon with a little prank to play on Marty, Sheldon was delighted and eager to help. Sheldon knew Coach considered Marty primarily a nuisance.

Coach and Sheldon discussed the prank concisely, and when Coach gave Sheldon a key to Marty's locker, the plan was put in motion.

Sheldon went to Marty's locker clandestinely the night of the match a few hours beforehand. He knew Marty washed the singlet after each match and then put it on a hangar in his locker.

Sheldon made critical adjustments to the singlet and then put it back in the locker, smiling to himself.

Marty was surprised when Coach paired him with Sheldon. He knew Sheldon would outclass him. But Marty said nothing. He was also surprised that he and Sheldon would be the final match of the evening, since Coach usually put Marty on first, or worse, as filler.

The wrestlers were informed in advance that no referees would be used. It would be Coach's own system of the superior wrestler pinning the loser, declaring 1-2-3 submit, and the loser would say "submit," and that would be it. All the wrestlers had wrestled under these conditions and they were OK with it.

Coach wanted all the wrestlers to sit on the sides of the mat on chairs wearing normal street clothes, then, a few minutes before their appointed match, each pair of wrestlers would retire to the locker room to change. Coach told the boys it would be a  nice attention-getting gimmick. For some reason, this gimmick disturbed Marty. He did not like the idea of Sheldon seeing him undress one-on-one, since Sheldon was such a physical specimen it was intimidating to Marty.

The night of the match the gym was packed to the gills. Marty sat beside Sheldon watching Larry and Tim wrestle. Marty had decided to soften Sheldon up a bit.

"I sure am nervous, Sheldon," Marty offered. "You are a much better wrestler than me."

Sheldon scoffed. "Nah, Marty. You've been improving." Sheldon could lie convincingly. He smiled to himself thinking about what he had done to Marty's singlet and how Marty would react when he realized too late.

Stupidly Marty took the bait. "Really? You think so?"

Sheldon patted Marty on the back. "Sure, buddy. I've been noticing." Sheldon always had noted that Marty was insecure about his body because of the quick change Marty did in the locker room and that Marty was known to be the fastest shower taker on the team. Sheldon mused that it was because Marty was not very well endowed and that Marty was insecure about that, and also insecure about his flabby little boy boobs, which always seemed to be jiggling. One of the other wrestlers had teased Marty about this and Marty had pouted for days.

It was time for Sheldon and Marty to leave the auditorium and change into their wrestling outfits.

In the locker room, Marty's locker was on one side and Sheldon's on the other. Sheldon put on black tights over a jock, which covered him totally from the neck down. Marty had worn his G-string underneath his jeans to save time in changing, so he doffed his shirt and opened the locker. He thought the singlet hanging over the wire hangar looked droopier than usual. Marty checked to see if the singlet was somehow wet or something and it was not. Hmmm. Sighing, Marty took off his shoes and socks--they wrestled barefoot beause it was Coach's preference--and then removed his pants. He hurried to put on the singlet because the G-string was small, flimsy, and it did not quite conceal all of Marty's red pubic hair and he did not want Sheldon to see this. Tufts of pubes were visible at the top of the garment. Since no one would ever see Marty in this G-string for a substantial amount of time, Marty didn't worry much about this exposure once he had the singlet on him.

Marty put on the singlet and immediately something was not quite right. The shoulder straps seemed much looser. In fact, they wouldn't stay up unless Marty continually tugged on them to do so! The left one especially. This is not good, thought Marty. Marty did not want to wrestle topless. Especially against Sheldon, who always wore this Darth Vader-type outfit concealing his perfect-ass body.

It was too late for Marty to get another outfit. Marty would just have to cope with it. But when Sheldon approached him and asked him if he was ready, Marty told him, "I'm having a wardrobe malfunction, I think. Go easy on my singlet, particularly the straps. They've been stretched, must have happened in the wash."

Sheldon feigned concern. "Really? That sucks. It looks like they're fine to me."

Marty grimaced. "Only because I have to keep pulling them back up."

Sheldon laughed. "Don't worry. If they fall off all that will be exposed is your bare chest." Something Sheldon suspected Marty really didn't want to occur.

Marty said nothing. Sheldon had an odd grin on this face that made Marty very anxious all of a sudden.

Marty tugged on the tampered singlet and made sure the straps covered his nipples completely. Sheldon watched this with a twinkle in his eye, thinking that the clueless Marty had no idea of what was about to go down and that exposed titties would soon be the least of the dumb Marty's concerns.

Then both boys returned to the gym, where the mat awaited them. They were the last match. Sheldon was an audience favorite; most people thought Marty an also-ran. Sheldon actually received entrance applause, which unnerved Marty because no one even seemed to acknowledge Marty.

But Marty did not realize the girls and some of the boys in the crowd enjoying ogling Marty's butt. The singlet was snug around the waist and you could see the darkness of Marty's asscrack. Marty had never been aware of this, no one had ever mentioned it. This was because it had not always been this way. Sheldon had altered the back of the singlet by sandpapering it a bit. So Marty's asscrack could be seen more than ever through the fabric of his yellow singlet, which had been worn enough in other matches that it was beginning to turn sheer in spots.

In fact, that thought crossed Marty's mind as he walked side by side the fully clad, shorter, better-looking Sheldon. "This thing feels sheer." Marty was hoping no one would really notice or care. Now he was glad all attention seemed to be focused on his opponent. Marty was beginning to have serious misgivings at this point. He almost felt naked. Marty could never be naked in front of a crowd; this was unthinkable.

Coach, looking at Marty's dark asscrack through tthe yellow singlet, marvelled at Sheldon's ingenuity. Sandpapering had been Sheldon's suggestion and it sure had worked. Coach had never seen Marty's asscrack so pronounced or Marty's butt so jiggly and frankly appealing. Coach was amused to see Marty reach around and pull the singlet down aound his ass to cover it more.

This was going to be epic, thought Coach. Sheldon winked at him. Coach gave him a thumbs up. Coach was surprised that he was getting an erection.

The boys began to wrestle and it was quickly apparent who was in control. Marty was so preoccupied with keeping his straps up on his shoulders that his usual mediocre peformance was worse than usual. Coach rolled his eyes at the sight, but chuckled knowingly to himself, thinking, the brat has this coming.

Sheldon enjoyed Marty's increasingly frantic obsession with his shoulder straps, and so did the audience. They knew Marty was frustrated and already embarrrassed, and they enjoyed seeing parts of Marty's bare chest exposed whenever a strap wandered down Marty's arm because everytime this occurred, Marty's eyes would bulge in alarm. The left strap was particularly problematic. At one point it almost slipped past Marty's hand. Marty was able to rescue it just in time. His entire left breast had been exposed and his nipples were already getting hard. This usually happened when Marty wrestled and he didn't like it, but what do you do.

Coach signalled Sheldon to get the show on the road, as he found himself becoming kind of aroused and he was ready for Marty to be humiliated. Also, Coach had not yet had dinner. Sheldon clutched Marty's butt in one deft maneuver and rubbed the abused fabric of the singlet. Marty found this strange. It got stranger when Sheldon pulled on the fabric covering Marty's ass. This produced a tiny tear in the singlet that exposed a bit of skin. The more Marty wrestled, the larger the tear became, and soon you could see Marty's exposed butthole off and on, an unusual sight in a college wrestling match, especially for charity. There were many seniors in the audience.

No one was saying anything out loud, but Marty's butthole was definitely being noticed. Coach was grinning ear to ear.

Larry, watching with Tim, whispered, "Look. You can see Marty's asshole. Oh my God. You can SEE MARTY'S ASSHOLE."

Tim laughed, "And he doesn't even know it."

Larry grinned. "Yet." Larry knew the more Marty wrestled, the fabric would tear along with him. Larry glanced at Coach to see if Coach was concerned. Coach was laughing. A light bulb went off in Larry's brain: Coach is enjoying Marty being exposed.

Marty wondered why he was hearing more giggles than usual while he wrestled. Then he finally  lost control of the left shoulder strap completely and it hung uselessly down by his left hip, exposing more ot Marty than Marty preferred. Marty felt Sheldon's hand on the top of his left buttock. What?

Sheldon refused to grant Marty any modesty and easily thwarted every effort Marty made to restore the strap. The rip in the singlet on Marty's active tail increased, and now Marty was aware of it. He could feel air and he could hear ripping. Marty wondered just how much of his butt was visible. Matt was also mad at Sheldon because he had told Sheldon of his singlet problem beforehand, and Sheldon was ignoring Marty's embarrassment. Indeed, he was making it worse for Marty, 

Horrified that he was being kind of stripped in public, Marty tried to overcompensate by upping the ante on his energy. This only amused Sheldon, and it didn't do much for Marty's exposure either. Now the right singlet fell completely and Marty was completely topless. Marty's boobs were bouncing and his nipples were completely erect.

Tim noted this to Larry. Larry said, "Sheldon is stripping him. He is going to take that singlet right off Marty."

Tim scoffed. "No way. Coach won't allow that."

Larry smiled. "Watch and see. Coach can't stand Marty."

Tim felt sorry for Marty if this actually happened, but he continued watching the match, kind of hoping it did, since Marty was clearly flustered and so far only his bare chest was exposed (well, if you didn't count the butthole, which was still occasionally partially covered at least somewhat depending on Marty's and Sheldon's movements).

Sheldon glanced at Marty's rear, saw that Marty's writhing hole was more on display and decided to show the people much more of Marty. Sheldon observed Marty's sheer panic at the straps being completely down and that the spaghette straps of the G-string and the sides of Marty's buttocks were becoming a bit visible.

Marty, for his part, was alarmed by all of this but especially by the fact that the usually snug middle of the garment, which always had covered a good portion of Marty's waist and navel, had inched its way down exposing said waist and navel completely. Marty's wrestling movements made his little belly wobble along with his breasts.

This is my worst nightmare, thought Marty. Sheldon is deliberately exposing me. Why isn't Coach stopping this? Marty also did not appreciate the jeering audience, who he realized was laughing at him. They were completely won over by Sheldon and his pranks.

Sheldon decided it was time to remove the yellow singlet completely from Marty's flailing little body. He was anticipating doing it, too, and doing it in a way that would torture Marty and titillate the audience.

So he simply grabbed the straps as they hung around Marty's waist. And took a step back. Then another step. Then another baby step. Marty was becoming exposed (and horrified). Marty screamed, "Sheldon, stop it, man! What the fuck, dude!" Then Marty simply began babbling incoherently, trying to grab his singlet and bring it back up to cover himself.

More and more of Marty was becoming revealed. The audience was cheering. They were  seeing this guy stripped naked. They loved it.

Coach was in heaven.

Sheldon took more and more backward steps. The singlet slid down Marty's body. The pubes and the G-string were revealed, which provoked screams. Marty tried to grab the fabric of the singlet and pull it back up repeatedly. He was outmatched by his opponent, who was stripping him with slow relish. Sheldon's grip on the straps was too firm for the frantic Marty to deal with successfully. Sheldon took more steps back, and the singlet slid down Marty's thighs, then down his legs, then down to Marty's feet. Marty could not believe Sheldon was doing this to him and that no one was stopping it and that people were not pitying him at all, only laughing. Even the old women of the town were laughing.

Marty crossed his feet to keep the singlet on him in any way possible. Sheldon simply inserted a foot in between Marty's ankles and separated them, which made Marty's feet lose control of his garment, and the singlet came off totally to applause. Sheldon laughed and tossed the singlet to the corner of the mat as the crowd cheered him on.

Marty now only wore a flimsy white G-string held up by thin spaghetti straps. It did not look good for Marty but everyone else was enjoying themselves.

Marty yelled in fury, "HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING TO ME??????????" His boy tits were like jelly as he thrashed about almost naked.

"I always suggested to Marty that he wear a jockstrap," said Larry.

Tim laughed.

"Well, maybe he will now."

Larry replidd, "It's too late. Sheldon is going to take that off too. Marty is going to be nude. Naked. I think Marty is being punished by Coach."

Tim looked on in disbelief, knowing Marty would be very humiliated if Sheldon stripped him naked. Who wouldn't be? Still, Tim hoped Larry was right. It would be mind-blowing fun to see Marty completely naked in front of the team and the school and a good deal of the town.

Marty's initial reaction to his sudden nudity was to roll over on his stomach. He knew this would expose his ass totally (and probably part of his balls), but he figured this was the best solution at this moment. He longingly stared at the discarded singlet on the corner of the mat and surmised that if he were quick enough he could crawl over there fast and put it back on.

That's what he tried to do, and Sheldon allowed it for a bit, because it was a rather pathetic but hilarious sight and the crowd was lapping it up.

As Marty crawled, humiliated and almost nude, towards his stripped off uniform, he felt his nipples and his G-string covered genitals graze against the wrestling mat, and he felt tingles all over his body. He was very aware the image he was projecting and that his ass was on full display in front of virtually everyone he knew.

But just when the nearly nude, crawling, embarrassed Marty got close enough to touch the singlet, Sheldon grabbed Marty and stood him up in a cruel full nelson.

This stretched Marty out enormously and showed him off to an almost shocking degree for a charity wrestling evening. Even Marty's boytits firmed up somewhat in this position. No one in the crowd had expected a show like THIS. Marty's G-string was lowering in all the excitement and more pubes were visible, along with a little testicles on the sides. Marty's penis was a protrusion and it didn't seem to be a big one, but if you looked closely (and many were) you could see the outline of Marty's cockhead and even his slit. Marty was sweating, and it was not from exertion.

It was from being stripped, humiliated and embarrassed by Sheldon and the crowd.

Marty glanced at Coach. Coach was taking pictures of this. MANY people were taking pictures of this. Marty felt utterly betrayed by everyone.

Marty appealed to Sheldon. "Man, don't strip me anymore. This is over the top. I did NOT agree to this. You can't strip me like this. The G-string is falling off. I don't want to be naked. This is too much. Pin me and end the match. Please. I'll pay you."

Sheldon replied, "Can't end the match yet. They're having too good a time."

Marty persisted: "Sheldon. Don't do this to me. Please don't do this to me. I've always been nice to you. Please don't strip me."

Sheldon laughed and ran his hands all over Marty, knowing that Marty was slightly stimulated already. He wanted Marty to get a hard-on before he disrobed him totally. He knew this would utterly destroy Marty. First the hard-on, which would be bad enough, then being stripped completely naked to show it off totally.

Sheldon discovered he liked grabbing Marty's boy tits and squeezing them, because every time Sheldon did this, Marty reacted visibly with a dementedly contorted face. This thrilled Sheldon to no end.

Any time Sheldon's hands grazed Marty's nipples, an electric shock surged through Marty and wound up in his groin. It took Sheldon very little time to figure this out and he played Marty's fleshy body like a fiddle. In minutes, due to Marty's wriggling, Marty's penis head was visible, peeking through the top of the white G-string. If Marty had stopped moving, he would have been better off. Soon, due to movement, the cheap G-string had managed to lowered itself below Marty's balls, exposing Marty's shaft for the first time, and of course the more or less hairless balls, which merrily bounced around.

Marty wanted to just die. His dick was hanging out in front of everybody and it was semi-erect.  It was pointing straight out into the crowd. The picture-taking increased 200%.

Marty's armpits writhed sensually and he was perspiring there heavily. He was red from head to toe. Never had he been exposed naked in public. "No, No, No," he yelled. "Mercy!"

Ignoring Marty's pleas, Sheldon abandoned the full nelson temporarily and just ripped off the G-string with a single flourish. He simply threw it on the mat. It was now just a piece of useless cloth.

Marty bent over to cover himself but Sheldon restored the full nelson quite easiily and Marty was no better off than before.

Marty was completely nude and his penis achieved full erection. Marty proved to be a grower. The penis had gotten consideraly fuller and it was pulsating, not to mention bobbing around slapping itself on Marty's abdomen and upper thighs. This actually made sounds, if you could hear it over the crowd. Marty could hear it. It was a loud flapping noise.

The women in the audience were going insane. The men were just laughing at poor naked Marty, sure glad it was him being so roundly humiliated, and not them.

Sheldon knew it would only take a few maneuvers to complete this utter degradation of his insipid naked teammate, so he took his time, maximizing poor Marty's impromptu photography session and his equally impromptu nudity and humiliation. And frankly, Sheldon was enjoying touching Marty and pushing Marty's buttons while Marty was naked. Sheldon also knew the imagery of himself completely covered and Marty flailing about without a stich would be powerful to see. Sheldon was straight but he was very open-minded and he did not care what anyone would say.

Desperate for coverage, Marty twisted and turned frantically, but there was nothing he could do. Sheldon was too powerful. The twisting and turning only egged on the crowd because they knew Marty was so embarrassed to be naked. More than a few also were enjoying Marty's wrigglings and jigglings.

Sheldon was very aware that the crowd enjoyed watching Marty squirm and wriggle nude, and he had a new idea. He threw Marty to the mat, which of course made EVERYTHING wobble, stood over the naked boy who was flat on his back, and grabbed Marty's left leg and pulled it up in the air.

Sheldon suspsected Marty was ticklish and he wanted to find out just how much. So he began to tickle Marty's left foot. Marty was indeed extremely ticklish and this drove him crazy. He screamed for help at the top of his lungs as the crowd hooted and laughed at him as he thrashed naked on the mat, balls bouncing, cock bobbing, tits wobbling, the whole nine yards. Dozens if not more pics were taken of this.

This was so popular Sheldon tickled Marty for a good ten minutes. He did the right foot also, and at one point was able to straddle both of Marty's legs and tickle both feet at the same time. The sounds emitting from the nude redhead were a mixture of sobs, laughs and gurgles. Marty's penis remained erect and in fact had gotten moist. Marty was horrified to see precum on his piss slit. His piss slit was exposed and it was oozing!!!!!

Sheldon decided he next would attack Marty under his arms. This proved popular and successful as well. Sheldon sat on Marty's hard-on and dug his fingers into Marty's naked, hairy armpits. First Sheldon teased Marty by pulling and tugging on the hair, which made Marty wince, then Sheldon did the actual probing and tickling. Marty screamed "STOP IT" and tried to pull Sheldon's hands away. No dice. Sheldon was just too strong for Marty. Sheldon moved forward because Marty's hard-on was sticking into Sheldon's butt and Sheldon wanted to expose the hard-on rather than cover it and give Marty an ounce of modesty.

Sheldon's movement allowed the hard-on to stick straight up behind Sheldon's strong tights-clad butt. Sheldon continued his tickling and extended it to Marty's ribs as well. The hard-on throbbed and glistened between Sheldon's covered buttocks. This was a rather erotic, awesome sight, and more pictures were taken of Marty's humiliation, which at this point was almost unbearable to the writhing, thrashing Marty, who was failing spectacularly in his efforts to throw Sheldon off his nude body.. Marty knew his erection was leaning against Sheldon's asscrack and this nauseated him to no end.

"Do you think he is going to cum?" Tim asked Larry. "That is a raging boner and it looks...wet."

Larry chuckled, "I would LOVE to see that, and so would Coach. Look at Coach. He's like a kid in a candy store."

This was true. Coach was loving the tickling of Marty. This had not been planned, this was purely part of the fiendish Sheldon's program. Coach certainly didn't mind, and neither did the crowd.

Sheldon kept the nude Marty down on the mat and wrestled him traditionally, although Marty was just a rag doll at this point. Marty did everything possible to roll over on his stomach to cover himself. He wanted to be pinned and allowed to put clothes on his body. Sheldon allowed him no privacy and exposed him over and over and over.

Due to crowd reaction and his own enjoyment, Sheldon used Marty's submission to expose him in every way possible. Marty tried to put up a fight when Sheldon sat on Marty's chest facing Marty's feet and pulled Marty's legs back, exposing Marty's asshole to a shocking degree. Many pics of this were taken. Marty knew his asshole was obscenely shown and that his scrotum and perineum were as well. "Sheldon, how can you do this to me?" Marty rasped. Sheldon just lowered his hands to Marty's spread, wobbly ass and pulled it apart wider.

"Like this," Sheldon answered. "Oh look, you have no hair at all in your asscrack. My, your butthole is a big one." Marty was amazed and mortified that Sheldon would touch his naked ass in front of people.

Marty didn't like this implication and struggled to throw Sheldon off him. He did not want Sheldon fondling his naked ass, and this is what Sheldon was doing. Marty failed miserrably, merely adding to his humiliation by inadvertently twitching his butthole as he moved. It twitched, opening and closing. Those close to Marty could not believe what they were seeing. Sheldon himself thought the twitching butthole was a nice surprise, albeit a devastating one for Marty..

Marty's penis was now fully erect and very clearly oozing fluid, and it was noted that Marty's scrotum had ceased bouncing and was now completely tightened. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize what this meant or what might occur as a result. Many in the crowd drooled in anticipation.

Sheldon released Marty's legs, Marty lowered them in a false sense of relief, and then Sheldon touched Marty between his legs under the guise of wrestling maneuvers. Sheldon touched Marty's balls, his penis shaft, his penis head, his penis slit and glans, and then Sheldon teased Martty's anus and came very very close to inserting a finger, encircling the rim enticingly. Sheldon took Marty's cockhead in his fist and twisted it around. This drove Marty insane (and the crowd as well). Sheldon also continued to touch Marty's nipples, as Sheldon recognized they were Marty's tropic zones and Sheldon thought that to be extra-humiliating for a man.

Larry commented, "I gotta give it to Sheldon. He's clever enough to make what he's doing look to Marty look like wrestling, but what's doing is fondling him in front of us to make Marty lose it."

Tim said, "I was just going to say. What Sheldon is doing is certainly having an effect on Marty."

Larry laughed, "Yeah. The DESIRED effect. Look at Sheldon's face. He looks positively demonic. That's why I think Coach set Marty up. Marty is nowhere in Sheldon's league."

Tim laughed as well. "Especially now. Sheldon has clothes on. Marty sure don't."

This open exploration of Marty's nude body by his well-built, fiendish opponent is what did Marty in. The naked student felt intense sensations all over and then he felt gobs and gobs of wetness. Then he heard yelling and screaming. Loud yelling and screaming. Marty knew he was ejaculating. In front of the team. In front of Coach. In front of EVERYONE.

Marty was orgasming, cumming profusely in front of the thrilled audience. Sheldon was laughing at him. Semen was flying everywhere--on Marty, on Sheldon, up in the air, on the mat, everywhere. It was quite a spectacle.

Larry and Tim said nothing, merely looked at each other and raised their eyebrows at practically the same time, and then they both burst into laughter.

Marty wanted to cry right then and there, and almost did. I'll have to leave school, he thought.

Satisfied, Sheldon pinned Marty and confidently bellowed the 1-2-3, Marty submitted meekly and then Sheldon stood up and went back to the locker room to change, without a care in the world but with a considerable amount of his defeated nude opponent's sperm on his tights. He hoped Coach had enjoyed himself.

Marty sat up, nude and sperm-soaked,  and wrapped his arms around his knees and beseeched anyone to get him something to put on. The crowd merely laughed at him. Tim walked over with a towel and Marty wrapped it around his waist, gratefully. He ignored all the sperm lying around.

"Good show," said Tim. Marty fled to the locker room amidst jeers. Tim was a little turned-on himself. He had enjoyed Marty's humiliation immensely and especially had loved watching Marty cum all over himself in public.

Marty did not leave school, although he came close. He did quit the wresting team. Coach told Marty he was sorry to seem him go, but he understood why, after Marty's "memorable" loss to Sheldon at the charity event. Marty looked down at the floor when Coach told him this.

Coach framed all of his pictures of the inept, naked, humiliated college wrestler. He displayed them in his study and he would wack off to Marty about once or twice a week. The pictures were graphic, so Coach always kept the study locked. He was unmarried, but he did have a maid. The study was off limits to the maid and because of the Marty nudies, now to everyone else as well.

Coach was deeply satisfied each time he even thought about Marty losing total control of his naked body in front of that audience. Looking at and enjoying the pictures of the supremely embarrassed redheaded boy was the icing on the cake.

Marty was forever known as the clumsy red-headed naked wrestler who blew a load during a match. This, he did not care for, and he avoided the now even more popular Sheldon like the plague. Marty also avoided the internet because he was informed by Tim that his naked wrestling pics were on at least three websites.

Sheldon did not need or want Marty's friendship, since Sheldon knew he had already taken Marty's dignity, and that there was extensive photographic evidence ot this. Sheldon had posted Coach's photos himself on "Nude Wrestling Gone Wrong."

Finally, though, Marty did go on a diet, and he lost the five pounds.

But a gaunt Marty did not have the same appeal.

The nude, jiggly, aroused humiliated Marty was the one preserved for all time.--from the towsnpeople, the gay guys in the school, the perverts in the town, Couch, Marty's teammates, and you can bet, Sheldon.

Marty always walked around town with hiw head down. There were always commentw., and they were most often, lewd





Submitted: January 02, 2022

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A great story! Love the slow stripping as they wrestle, and if I may say so I do love a good old revenge sequel, it'd be very exciting to see Marty try to get revenge on Sheldon, Coach, even both of them, or even fail at achieving it and gets even more humiliated, so many possibilities! but all in all, love your work, keep it up!

Wed, January 5th, 2022 8:13pm


Thanks, tjsmiley. I appreciate your comments. This story is based on an incident I witnessed, and I knew the "Marty," so it was not that difficult to write once I got going (I had a small crush on "Marty--his real name is Larry, and he was kind of a jerk). I'm glad you liked my version of what went down. I am not sure I want Marty to get any revenge. I'll think it about it though. Thank you again for feedback. It is much appreciated and it will keep my writing here.

Wed, January 5th, 2022 11:05pm

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