Welcome back! Don't forget to read Part 3 if you haven't already, and settle in to discover which of Coach's varsity wrestling squad loses his dignity next.

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Sitting himself down at his computer, Coach couldn't wipe the grin off his face. The last game had turned out better than even he could have imagined. The wrestlers had picked up on his hints and fallen for his manipulations, and had ended up wrestling in the gunge, intent on beating each other - and more than that, intent on absolutely humiliating each other.

He watched them now on his monitor, the four of them dripping gunge as they entered the locker room. Scott was refusing to meet Marc's eye, while Lucas was clearly absolutely fuming about the way Alex had humiliated him on the mat in the previous game.

The four undressed, and Coach tore himself away from the sight of the four muscled, naked, gunge-covered jocks making their way into the shower, and hurried into the locker room. Once there, he looked around and, identifying Scott's singlet where the wrestler had left it on the floor, gathered it up and shoved it into a large, ziploc bag. He knew several guys online who would pay good money for this jock's gunge-covered, cum-filled singlet.

He rushed out again before the four wrestlers could finish their shower and come back out, and made it back to his computer just in time to watch the jocks make their way back into the main part of the locker room, dry off and look around to grab the singlets Coach had put out for him for the next game. But there were no singlets there. Hanging on the guys' pegs instead were four skimpy jockstraps. Coach had figured it was time to step things up a little, and give the crowd a better view of these four jocks' fantastic bodies.

And they weren't the thick, padded jockstraps the guys usually wore beneath their singlets to keep their junk under control. These had thin straps on the back, and even thinner material on the front. As the wrestlers pulled them up their strong, beefy thighs, Coach saw that the material barely covered their thick, long cocks - and if it got wet, or messy, it wouldn't be hiding much. They looked at each other, resigned. They'd clearly realised the same thing too, and knew the odds of them staying clean and dry in the next game were pretty minimal. Looked like they'd be giving the crowd another show.

Coach watched the wrestlers leave the locker room, and then gave himself a couple of minutes to control his own bulging cock before leaving and following them. He walked in behind where they were standing, and the row of bare, muscled asses, perfectly framed by the straps of the jockstraps, immediately made his cock strain in his own briefs.

"Okay, everyone, let's get this game started. But before we do, let's get you into position..."

Two of the soccer players guided Marc and Lucas to two chains that were hanging from the gymnasium ceiling. There, they handcuffed the wrestlers wrists to the chains, and raised them up so they were both standing with their arms above their heads, and their feet just touching the floor. Both were completely on show to the watching crowd, and unable to do anything to cover themselves up or protect their bodies.

Coach guided Alex and Scott over to a table in front of where Lucas and Marc were hanging, upon which were six sloppy, creamy pies. He explained the rules.

"When I blow my whistle, Alex and Scott, you'll have two minutes to use those pies in front of you to mess up your teammate's jockstrap. You're allowed to use two pies each! Get as much mess as possible on to their jockstraps, and make the most of your time - because when I blow the whistle for the second time, you'll swap over, and the winner will be the first one to completely clean up your opponent's jockstrap.

"You'll want to get as much cream as possible on to your teammate's jockstrap, and make things as difficult as possible for your opponent - because the first to finish the clean-up will get 2 points, with 1 point for the second to finish."

And with that, Coach blew his whistle, sending Scott and Alex scrambling for their pies. The crowd watched as the two jocks competed to get their teammate as messy as possible.

Lucas stood there with his hands secured above his head as Scott pushed the first of the two sloppy pies into his crotch. He gasped, feeling the cool cream surround his cock and his balls. As Scott went to pick up the second pie, Lucas realised that the second part of the game couldn't possibly be as simple as Coach made it sound, and decided to take a risk

"Hey, Scott. Use that one on my ass"

"Huh?"

"Just do it. You'll see what I mean later"

Scott shrugged and followed Lucas's instructions, wiping as much of the cream from the second pie as possible across Lucas's round butt cheeks.

"Push it deep into my crack dude." Lucas gasped as Scott did as he told him, feeling the cold messy slop up against his hole. He squirmed, and really hoped he was right. If he was wrong, he'd just got a sloppy, messy butt for no reason and might well cost his team the points. But if he was right, he might be really about to get his own back on Alex for the humiliation the bigger guy had subjected him to in the last game.

Meanwhile, Alex was going to town on Marc's crotch with both the pies he'd been given. He slammed the first one in, spraying cream all down Marc's legs and up his stomach and covering the front of the jockstrap. Marc gasped as the cold cream ran down the inside of his powerful thighs. Next, Alex picked up the second pie, and wiped as much of its contents as possible on to Marc's jockstrap, carefully using its contents to get the pouch as messy as possible. Looking over, he was puzzled to see Scott behind Lucas, and the front of Lucas's pouch nowhere near as messy as he'd made Marc's.

After two messy minutes, Coach blew the whistle again and ordered Alex and Scott to stand back. The crowd drank in the view of the two wrestling jocks on display in front of them, hands cuffed above them and crotches covered in sloppy pie mess. Cream stuck to the front of their jockstraps and dripped slowly down their legs.

"Okay boys, you both did a great job, but now we come to the main part of this game. And just to make it a little more fun..."

Coach signalled to two of the soccer players who were standing at the side of the gymnasium. They pressed a button, and suddenly the chains holding Lucas and Marc's wrists started to move along a pulley system, forcing the two messy wrestlers to walk along with them. They finally came to a stop over the gunge pool, forcing Lucas and Marc to stand shin-deep in the gunge. Lucas wriggled his toes, feeling the slimy gunge around his bare feet.

"Oh, and since there's two pies left..." Coach walked over to the table and picked them up. "Remember everyone, we're fundraising here today to take the guys to the State Meet. If we get another $100 in the buckets in the next two minutes, Lucas and Marc get a pie each in the face."

The crowd scrambled for their wallets while Lucas and Marc groaned silently. They were resigned to it by now, and knew that every dollar they raised, and every pie in the face, brought them one step closer to heading to the State Meet. What they didn't know was that Coach had already raised more than enough from the punters on the day and his online buddies - all they were doing now was raising money for Coach to buy more gunge to trash them with next time.

After two minutes, Coach glanced into the buckets. He had no idea how much had been added, but he didn't particularly care. He walked over and slammed the pies into Lucas and Marc's faces as they stood there in the gunge. Neither of them could do anything to resist, and with their hands secured firmly above their hands, they couldn't even wipe off any of the mess, so just had to stand there with their faces covered.

Suddenly, Coach acted as if he'd remembered something. He turned to Alex and Scott.

"Oh, I nearly forgot to mention. You won't be using your hands in this part of the game. You'll be cleaning up your opponents using just your mouth and your tongue."

Alex's jaw dropped.

"Oh, and just to make sure there's no cheating..."

Suddenly, Alex felt his hands being grabbed from behind him by two members of the soccer team, and before he knew it a pair of handcuffs had been secured around his wrists. He pulled at them, fruitlessly, before he felt the Coach's hand on his shoulder pushing him to his knees."

"Okay boys... GO!"

Realising there was nothing for it, Alex quickly scooted forward on his knees, dropping down into the gunge before pushing his face into Lucas's messy crotch. To his left, Scott had already done the same, diving into the gunge without hesitation, and without being able to put his hands out in front of him, had fallen face-first into the gunge. He'd come up spluttering, hearing the crowd laughing, but quickly began pushing cream from Marc's bulging jockstrap with his already gunge-covered face. The messy slop stuck to him and, hands cuffed behind his back, he was powerless to clean it off. Undaunted, he continued, kneeling in the gunge and getting covered in mess, but quickly getting rid of much of it from Marc's jockstrap - or at least just transferring it to his own face.

After a few moments he sat back on his knees in the gunge, surveying the sloppy jockstrap in front of him, and Marc's fat cock bulging it out, clearly visible through the translucent fabric. He realised though that, to get the pouch in front of him fully clean, he was going to have to use his tongue.

"Don't forget his balls too, Scott," Coach warned him. Coach was right, there was still a lot of cream covering where the shape of Marc's full, plum-sized balls were showing through the fabric. Taking a deep breath he dived back in, licking around Marc's balls and around his bulge, causing Marc to gasp and squirm. Scott's face was covered in mess, but he was powerless to wipe it off.

Coach stood back, enjoying the view. Four well-built wrestler jocks, clad only in skimpy jockstraps, two of them covered in pie with their hands secured above their heads, and the other two with their hands cuffed behind their backs, faces buried in their teammates' and rivals' crotches. He subtly adjusted himself in his shorts.

Lucas was already squirming as he hung from the chain above his head. Alex had quickly got rid of the majority of the cream with his face, and was working on the stickiest mess on the jockstrap that was clinging tight to Lucas's full, heavy balls. Breathlessly, Lucas gasped as Alex's strong tongue ran all over his balls. He could feel his cock hardening in the skimpy jockstrap. It had been several days since he'd got off, and his horny college-boy cock couldn't help but react to all the attention Alex's tongue was giving it.

Coach, supervising as always, came over. He was slightly torn. He'd seen what Lucas had told Scott to do, and smiled at his ingenuity and at the sight of his wrestler's sloppy butt. On the other hand, in the rules he'd laid out beforehand he'd clearly said that the winner was the first to clean up the jockstrap specifically - and Lucas's butt wasn't technically part of the jockstrap.

But who cares. They were his rules, and he could change them if he wanted to. After all, they were here to give the crowd a show - and this would definitely give the crowd a show.

"Come on Alex, get round the back of Lucas too. I told you, you need to fully clean all the cream off him - and that includes his butt."

"What?!" Alex, looking up at Coach from his position kneeling in the gunge, couldn't believe it. "I'm not putting my face in this douchebag's ass."

"Stop complaining and get on with it Alex. You're on my team, and no member of my team quits. Understood?"

Alex couldn't argue with that. Resigned, he crawled around Lucas on his knees and, taking a deep breath, plunged his face into the smaller guy's bubble butt. Coach grinned - of course the dumb jock had fallen for his little deception.

Alex managed to quickly get a lot of the cream away, and began the harder work of licking all over Lucas's muscled buttocks, licking away at the stickier, more dried-on bits of mess. As he realised how much had dripped into Lucas's crack, he gave a moan of disgust.

For a moment Lucas almost felt bad for Alex. But then he remembered the big, muscled jock rubbing his gungy crotch all over his face in the last game, and how humiliated he'd felt, pinned to the mat and covered in gunge, powerless to resist Alex's sloppy bulge and ass pressed against his nose and mouth. And then Alex sitting on his face in victory. So as Alex pushed his face against his crack, he flexed his ass muscles, trapping Alex there and smushing mess around his face.

Suddenly to his right Lucas saw Scott pull away from Marc's crotch, sit back on his heels and shout "Done, Coach!"

Coach ran over to check, ordering Alex to stop his work on Lucas's butt while he did so.

After some close inspection of Marc's bulging jockstrap, both with his eyes and with his hands, after which Marc was clearly fully hard, Coach declared that Scott had completed his task, had finished first and was the winner.

Alex started to get to his feet.

"What are you doing Alex?"

"I..."

"You're not done. I said one point for the runners-up, but only if you finish. You quit now and there's no points for you. In fact, you quit now and I'll deduct a point from both your and Marc's total."

That was enough for Marc. "Fuck it, just do it dude. We need those points."

Alex realised he couldn't let his teammate down. Bits of pie dripping from his face and down his muscled chest, he resignedly got back to his knees in the gunge and stuck his face back against Lucas's ass, scooping the cream out of Lucas's crack with his tongue. Lucas squirmed, but grinned with delight at Alex's humiliation. Before long though, a pie-covered Alex signalled to the Coach he was done.

Coach walked around Lucas, making a show of checking out the front of his jockstrap and his butt cheeks, shining in the lights of the gymnasium. "Looks good... but what do you think, Lucas, has Alex got all that cream out from your crack? And your hole?" The coach met Lucas's eye as he asked the question, raising an eyebrow and making abundantly clear the answer he wanted Lucas to give.

"Err, no Coach, I don't think he has," stammered Lucas in response.

"Fuck that, I did!" a pie-covered Alex shouted from on his knees in the gunge.

Coach sighed in mock resignation. "I guess we'll have to check then, won't we boys?"

He moved behind Lucas and ran a hand across his buttocks again and down his slimy crack. He slid his hand lower, and pushed gently. His finger met no resistance from Lucas's slippery hole. Lucas gasped as the Coach's finger slid right in, up to the second knuckle. His hands secured above him, all Lucas could do with writhe and squirm on the Coach's finger as Coach explored his hole. He tried to rise up on his toes, but all Coach did was push his finger in even deeper. All of this attention in his butt was causing his already semi-hard cock to harden further, tenting out the front of his jockstrap which was translucent from all the pie mess and Alex's tongue work, leaving his traitorous cock clearly displayed to the watching audience.

After what felt to Lucas like a rather excessively long examination, Coach slowly withdrew his finger and Lucas moaned quietly as his sphincter closed again. Coach made a show of inspecting his finger for signs of any cream that may remain.

"Well, Alex, it looks like you didn't finish your job properly. Get back in there."

Alex opened his mouth to protest but caught the warning look in Coach's eye and thought better of it. On his knees he crawled awkwardly back round behind Lucas and hesitantly pushed his face up against Lucas's butt. He slowly stuck out his tongue and lapped at Lucas's slippery hole.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck!" That was a sensation Lucas hadn't experienced before. Fuck it felt good. He looked up at all the faces watching him, but he couldn't help moaning as Alex gently ran his tongue around his hole. His cock, which has just started to soften following the Coach's finger-fuck, was immediately at full mast again, tenting out the front of his damp jockstrap.

Alex's tongue was driving him wild. Suspended from the chain above him he struggled to keep both his feet on the ground, and ended up kicking gunge up Alex's body as the star wrestler lapped hesitantly at his hole. Which wasn't enough for Coach.

"Come on boy, you need to get your tongue right in there, nice and deep, if you're going to fully clean him out." He moved over and placed his hand on the back of Alex's head, pushing him deeper in Lucas's ass. Helplessly, he pushed his tongue deep into the clenching hole in front of him, desperately searching for a taste of the cream he needed to clean out before he'd be allowed to end this humiliation.

Meanwhile, Lucas was squirming, moaning, his cock pulsing as he experienced his first ever rim-job. He knew there was an audience just a few feet away, drinking in the view of him squirming and panting, his hard cock clearly visible as it tented out the damp, translucent jockstrap, but he was just so, so horny and powerless to stop himself. He was desperate to just grab his cock, but with his hands secured above his head, all he could do was squirm helplessly. And as much as he was enjoying Alex's abject humiliation as the big jock was forced to eat him out in front of everyone, part of him couldn't wait to run off to the locker room and jack off in the shower.

Just as Lucas was starting to helplessly thrust into the air, Coach released Alex's head. The jock jerked backwards immediately, and Lucas slowly came down off his high, panting, so close to having spunked in his jockstrap.

"Well done Alex, I think we can call that a completed mission," smirked Coach. "Before you go though, I think we should just check the front of Lucas's jockstrap, make sure that's completely clean too. I'm not having any of my boys doing a half-assed job."

Coach smiled and walked round in front of Lucas. Lucas glanced down and realised that the Coach's palm was covered in what looked like maple syrup. Crafty Coach - he clearly didn't want the game to end. Coach looked into Lucas's eyes, smiled an evil smile, and placed his open palm on the front of Lucas's jockstrap. Lucas gasped. He'd barely had time to come down from his high, and now Coach was roughly running his palm up and down his horny, throbbing cock through the thin material of his jockstrap, slowly but relentlessly driving him closer to orgasm.

Lucas whimpered and curled his toes in the gunge, looking into Coach's eyes and willing him to stop before it was too late. His breath grew ragged under the Coach's skilled manipulation - until Coach suddenly stopped, leaving Lucas gasping, on the edge of totally losing control.

Coach stepped back and looked at Lucas's bulging jockstrap, now clearly covered in the sticky syrup. "Nope, still not clean. Alex, get back in there."

"But Coa..."

"Do it."

Alex knew there was nothing for it. He scooted around and started licking at the pouch of Lucas's jockstrap.

Lucas, who'd barely had time to recover his composure, immediately began to whimper again with the sensations Alex's mouth and tongue were sending through his horny cock. The muscled jock was using his lips and his strong tongue to lick at his rival's pouch and the fat, throbbing cock contained within. The thin material didn't give much protection, and Lucas could feel every stroke of Alex's tongue.

Coach stood back and watched. He'd deliberately made sure to rub the syrup right into the parts of the fabric covering Lucas's cock, getting Lucas as horny as possible before Alex's tongue moved back in to continue the job. He'd seen how humiliated Lucas was in the previous game, and was quite happy to help him get revenge on Alex - and if that meant Lucas humiliating himself again into the bargain, well, he was only too happy to help with that too.

The Coach watched on - he could see his actions were having the intended effect. Alex was forced to really focus on Lucas's cock, his tongue repeatedly running up and down, forcefully trying to extract all the syrup from the thin fabric covering it - and Lucas, already driven close to the edge by Coach's rough palm, had no choice but to take all the attention from Alex's tongue and lips repeatedly running up and down his horny, throbbing cock. Up and down, up and down, tongue licking, lips sucking. The smaller wrestler was squirming and whimpering as he hung from his bonds. Coach grinned, and subtly adjusted his own swelling cock in his pie-spattered shorts.

For his part, Alex couldn't believe how he'd got himself into this situation - he was effectively giving one of his rivals a sloppy blow-job in front of a baying crowd of his fellow students, kneeling in a pit of gunge wearing just a jockstrap with hands cuffed behind his back and his face still covered in the messy remnants of pie filling and crust.

Between whimpers, Lucas looked down through the mess that was still sticking to his own face. He could barely believe the power he now had over the team's golden boy, on his knees in front of him and covered in sloppy pie - pie that had previously been on Lucas's ass. And he realised, it wasn't just the hot jock's powerful tongue on his cock that was making him feel so good. He was definitely getting off on humiliating the arrogant jerk in front of him.

And it really did feel good.

Very good.

Fuck.

Fuck. He was going to cum. In front of all these people. He couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Alex," he hissed. "Stop, Alex, stop."

"Keep going Alex." Coach had been ready for this, and he wasn't about to let the fun end now. He stepped into the gunge and placed a hand on the back of Alex's head, preventing him from pulling away. Alex's face and mouth were pushed forcefully against Lucas's throbbing cock.

"No, no... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Lucas couldn't hold off anymore, and he convulsed, unloading a huge sticky load of cum into his jockstrap and moaning as he had the biggest orgasm of his life in front of the watching, cheering crowd. He panted, his legs almost buckling underneath him as waves of pleasure swept through him. Finally, he came down off the huge orgasm, once again becoming aware of the hundreds of eyes on him, and the hunky jock whose face was still pressed up against his bulge.

Lucas grinned as he looked down and saw that the force of his orgasm had pushed wads of cum through the thin fabric of the jockstraps Coach had given them, and that his cum was now smeared across Alex's nose and lips.

"Such a shame Alex, that jockstrap was nearly completely clean," Coach chuckled. "Seems like Lucas didn't think this game was messy enough and decided to contribute a bit of mess of his own. He's just made your job a bit more difficult, come on, keep going, get that jockstrap clean."

Alex moaned as he realised that Coach wasn't going to let him get up from his knees until he'd sucked all of Lucas's cum from the sticky, sodden jockstrap. And Lucas moaned and squirmed too as Alex's tongue rolled around his sensitive cock, unable to move away with his hands still firmly secured above his head.

He grinned too as the crowd cheered. He'd wanted to get his own back on the bigger, arrogant guy for humiliating him in the previous game - and with Coach's help, he'd certainly achieved that.

Finally Coach blew his whistle and let Alex stumble to his feet head hung low and licking Lucas's slimy cum from his lips, not meeting the audience's eyes as they jeered and laughed at the humiliated jock.

"Well done boys, you certainly gave the crowd a show," Coach said. He unlocked the padlocks chaining Lucas and Marc's hands above their heads as he summed up the state of play.

"Lucas and Scott, you won this round. That's two points for you. And Marc, Alex - since Alex did eventually complete his task, you've earned a point too. Now, hit the showers, get changed and I'll see you back here soon."

"But, Coach..." Alex indicated his hands, still cuffed behind his back. Scott was in the same position.

"Oh yes, silly me." Coach threw the key to Marc, who caught it with a grin. "There you go, Marc's in charge of unlocking the two of you once you get in the locker room. Now, off you go."

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