By AlphaMetal

Trey was in the weight room and had just stood up, after finishing a set on the bench press, when he saw the Assistant Coach walk into the room.

Trey knew he couldn’t let his face show it, but inside he seethed with anger at the man. This is the guy who sat in a chair reading a magazine about a month ago while Trey was humiliated by that twisted medic. And the same guy who just last week strapped Trey to a medical exam table in a humiliating doggie-style position and beat his ass with a leather punishment strap until he almost passed out.

Trey’s ass was still bruised from that session and he could feel his body tense with hatred when he saw the coach walk into the gym. Trey was glad the coach hadn’t noticed him, and he laid back on the bench, flattening himself, hoping the coach would not see him. He turned his head and watched the coach walk to the dip bars, attach a weight plate to his workout belt, and do a series of perfectly-executed dips. Trey reached up to begin another set of bench presses, hoping the barbell might hide him from the coach’s vision.

It didn’t work.

As Trey pushed up the barbell he saw the coach standing over him. “Need a spot?” the coach asked. Trey was surprised by the man’s almost-friendly tone, but gave a small nod and the coach grabbed the barbell and helped Trey finish his set. Trey remained on his back, hoping the coach would walk away, but the man just stayed there.

Trey knew he couldn’t stay on his back doing nothing, so he sat up. “That was a good set,” the coach said, in a surprisingly gentle voice.

Trey was confused. This didn’t seem like the same guy from the medical room. It didn’t seem like the guy who handcuffed Trey after the first procedure and walked him to his room in cuffs for no reason at all. It didn’t seem like the guy who had bruised his ass with a leather strap last week, putting all his force into each stroke.

But then Trey remembered this was also same guy who had suddenly treated him so gently after the beating. Trey couldn’t figure the man out.

The coach handed his water bottle to Trey and Trey took a deep drink. “Come with me, I want to talk to you,” the coach said.

“What is this about?” Trey thought. But he kept his face and body language humble – he knew better than to do any cocky posturing – and softly replied, “Yes, Sir.”

Trey followed the coach into the locker room and over to a quiet corner.  After a few moments of silence the coach said, “That punishment strap must have really hurt.”

Trey wanted to blurt out, “Fuck yes it hurt, you asshole” – the thought briefly crossed his mind – but Trey knew it would not be a good idea.

The coach looked deeply into Trey’s eyes — a little too deeply, Trey thought — and said, “I know it hurt. You took it well. I was impressed.”

Trey was totally confused both by the words and by the soft tone of the coach’s voice. He was even more confused when the coach gently placed a hand on Trey’s sweaty shoulder and said, “I was proud of you.”

Trey was baffled by the man’s attitude. But for some reason that he didn’t understand, he was also pleased; he was pleased to hear that he had made the coach feel proud of him.

Trey’s image of the coach changed completely in that moment and Trey noticed, for the first time, what a good looking man he was. Trey had not thought about that before, but now he found himself looking at the man’s solid shoulders and arms, and at the chest hair visible at the top of his t-shirt, and at his strong hairy legs.

The coach was about 35, and dark-haired, and a bit taller than Trey, and — Trey suddenly thought — totally hunky. Trey began wondering what the man looked like with his shirt off.

The coach smiled and Trey found his mind wandering to places it had not gone before.

But Trey’s thoughts were interrupted by the coach’s voice, once again firm, instructing him, “Alright. Get down and give me 30 push-ups. 30 good ones.”

The coach was clearly re-asserting his authority and reminding Trey of his position after the surprising words of kindness, but somehow Trey didn’t mind; he was happy to get on the ground and show the coach how solidly he could bang out 30 push-ups. For some reason, he very much wanted to make the coach proud of him again. So he hit the floor and began to do the push-ups as ordered.

After finishing them with perfect form Trey stood up. He saw the coach’s brown eyes looking deep into his own, and heard the man said, “Don’t worry. The next time won’t be so bad.”

Trey knew the coach was talking about his next procedure in the medical office, when the cock cage would be removed and he would be forced to ejaculate. For some reason Trey trusted him. But before Trey could say or do anything the coach walked away, leaving Trey breathing heavily and filled with strange new feelings for the man. Trey realized that if he were not wearing the plastic cock cage, he would have gone back to his room to masturbate.

To be continued …