By AlphaMetal

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It was the last Friday of the month again and Trey knew he had to report to the medical office for “The Procedure”: His cock cage would be removed and an electric butt-plug inserted in his anus to force him to ejaculate, perhaps several times, and then the cage would be locked back on again.

The first two times were pretty awful. The first session was totally humiliating, and the second session was both humiliating and painful. But after his encounter with the Assistant Coach at the gym a few weeks ago, Trey was not really nervous, even though he knew the medic would still be an asshole.

Over the past two months he had thought again and again about the procedure, and how it felt to have the electric butt-plug deep inside him, pulsing until he had an uncontrollable orgasm. He had to admit to felt good. Sure, it was humiliating to be restrained to the medical table, but he even understood that part: He had to admit that if they did not restrain him, once the cage was removed he would totally grab his cock and start stroking. If he was being honest, he knew the restraints did serve a purpose.

Trey knocked on the door and heard the medic’s voice say, “Enter,” which he did.

The medic looked at him and said, “Please remove your clothes and place them on the table.”

Trey stood for a moment, stunned. At his first visit, the medic had barked just one word: “Strip.” And the second visit was pretty much the same. But now Trey was hearing a polite, almost friendly, “Please remove your clothes.”

Trey saw the Assistant Coach in the room and wondered if he was the reason for the change, but Trey didn’t want to hesitate and risk pissing off the medic so he didn’t think about it more; he bent down, untied and removed his shoes, pulled off his socks, crossed his hands at his waist and pulled his t-shirt up over his head, and slid down his shorts and jockstrap in one smooth motion, and put his clothes on the table next to the door.

“Please get on the exam table,” the medic said.

Trey’s head was spinning from this sudden change in tone but he quickly climbed onto the table and placed his bare feet into the metal stirrups.

The medic walked over to a cabinet to fetch the shaving equipment and the coached leaned toward Trey’s head and said quietly, “I told him you’ve really changed, and to go easy on you.”

The coach began wrapping the leather restraints around Trey’s ankles, but with a new gentleness as he fastened them. He then restrained Trey’s wrists to the side of the table, close to his waist, once again using leather straps that were tightened firmly but did not cause any pain. It was a much more comfortable position than the first time, when Trey’s hands had been cuffed and restrained high over his head, causing his arms and shoulders to ache as the procedure dragged on and on. The coach’s new kindness made him seem even sexier than when Trey talked to him in the gym a few weeks ago; the coach’s hands were strong and yet gentle as they attached the restraints, and Trey felt his cock harden in its plastic cage when the coach touched him.

When Trey was firmly restrained to the exam table, with his legs spread wide in the stirrups, the medic unlocked and removed the cock cage and began to remove the hair that had grown on Trey’s crotch since the previous month. Trey closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having his balls and crotch covered with shaving cream. The feeling of the razor gliding over his lubricated skin made his cock rock hard for the first time in a month, now that it was freed from the cage.

After Trey was shaved the medic used a warm wet towel to wipe off the remaining shaving cream, which made Trey feel great, and horny as fuck. He knew that his cock would not be touched – it was the electric butt-plug that would stimulate the orgasm that would send a month’s worth of sperm shooting out of him – but he imagined what it would feel like if his hands were not restrained and he could stroke himself.

Trey expected the medic to begin lubing his anus with conductive gel, as before, and insert the metal plug, but instead the medic walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving the coach and Trey alone.

The coach put his hand on Trey’s chest and looked into Trey’s eyes and said, “Today is going to be different.”

The coach saw the look of confusion on Trey’s face and added, “It’s going to be OK. I think you’re going to like this.” The coach smiled, and Trey allowed himself to smile back.

The door opened and the medic walked in, followed by a kid Trey had noticed around the school. The boy was the very definition of a twink, Trey thought: thin, with a face anyone would call pretty, very little body hair from the look of his arms and legs, and blond. In fact, the kid was so blond that even his face looked blond, Trey thought to himself.

Trey thought the kid was about 19 or 20 years old – for one thing, juveniles were not allowed at the military school, and for another, he looked about Trey’s age – but somehow, Trey thought, despite his age, the kid also looked very…. fresh.

But even crazier was how the boy was dressed. When Trey had seen the kid around the school he had been dressed like everyone else: military utilities for class — although they always looked a little too big for him — or gym clothes for PT. Trey was shocked by what he was wearing now, since he had never seen anyone at the school look like this: The kid was wearing shorts, had flip-flops on his small feet, and was in a tank top. A tank top that somehow made him look, Trey thought… slutty.

It was another bizarre twist to an already confusing day.

The medic nodded at the boy, who smiled at Trey and then began to peel off his clothes. He pulled the tank top over his head and let it drop to the floor and kicked off his flip-flops. He lowered his shorts and stood completely naked.

Not only was the boy’s face blond, Trey thought, his whole body was blond. Not his body hair – he didn’t have any: there wasn’t a single hair anywhere on the kid’s body — but somehow his hairless body looked… blond.

The coach looked at the boy and said, “Go ahead.”

The boy walked to the exam table on which Trey was restrained. He stood between the stirrups that held Trey’s legs apart, smiled at Trey, and then kneeled down and placed his tongue on the spot between Trey’s anus and balls and began to lick.

Trey thought his head would explode. Actually, he thought his cock would explode; he was convinced that in just a few seconds it would shoot a stream of hot cum onto his own face, but for some reason Trey didn’t shoot. He leaned his head back and felt the kid’s warm tongue playing on his anus and running over his balls. Trey felt as if his eyes were rolling back in his head from the pleasure. After the kid licked Trey’s balls for another minute or so he ran his tongue up the shaft of Trey’s cock toward the tip.

After a few second that felt like minutes Trey felt the boy’s lips gently close around the head of his cock and remain motionless. Trey’s wrists pulled against their leather restraints; if his hands were free Trey would have grabbed the back of the boy’s head until his cock was deep in his throat. But instead, Trey could only feel how firmly he was restrained to the table and yearn for the boy to take his cock fully in his mouth.

The boy remained still, with his lips surrounding the head of Trey’s cock, until Trey heard the coach say to the boy, “Go ahead.” The boy lowered his mouth onto Trey’s cock until it was deep in his throat and began sucking gently and moving his head up and down.

The boy was clearly an expert at this. Trey began to wonder if maybe this was his main role at the school: to give pleasure to members of the staff.

But as the pretty boy’s mouth moved up and down on his cock, Trey turned his head and looked at the coach instead. Trey looked at the coach’s chest and wondered what he would look like shirtless. Trey visualized the coach’s strong hairy body naked, and imagined the boy on his knees in front of the coach, with the coach’s strong hand on the back of the boy’s head.

And then the image in Trey’s mind shifted; Trey imagined himself on his knees, servicing the coach’s cock with his own mouth.

Trey imagined what the coach’s body would look like when it tensed with an orgasm, and suddenly felt his own body pull against the restraints as wave after wave of cum rushed through his cock and spurted into the boy’s throat.

“Keep going,” the medic said, and the boy kept working Trey’s cock with his mouth. Trey’s body shook and pulled at the restraints. “Don’t stop,” he heard the medic say. Trey’s mind was scrambled; he could no longer imagine the coach’s body, or anything else; all he wanted was for the boy to take his mouth off his cock, but the boy’s mouth kept moving back and forth. Trey let out a loud animal grunt and pulled at the restraints involuntarily as the boy continued to suck. Then the boy slowed his pace, and the pain/pleasure Trey was feeling quieted down, and he felt his cock get fully hard again in the boy’s mouth. The boy felt it too, and increased the pressure and speed of his mouth until Trey let out an even louder grunt and shot another wave of cum down the kid’s throat.

Finally the kid removed his mouth and Trey’s body collapsed, slack in its restraints. Trey could feel the sweat dripping own his sides, and felt completely used.

As Trey’s breathing returned to normal, and he could begin to think clearly again, he saw the coach admiring his wet body with a smile.

As the coach looked at him, a thought burned itself in Trey’s mind: He desperately wanted the coach to kiss him.

He desperately wanted the coach to kiss him deeply, just the way he was, restrained to the table.

To be continued …