Only two days had passed since the punishment, but Trey felt like himself again.
Trey remembered hanging slack in the restraints of the punishment frame, sobbing, thinking he had been permanently broken, but now it felt like that had happened to some other person. Trey knew it was him, but it didn’t feel like it was him. Trey felt as though he had observed someone else hanging from the restraints, crying.
Trey stood up and walked to the mirror in his room. His shirt was off, since he was in the middle of changing from his uniform into his gym clothes, and he twisted his torso to see the stripes on his back as best he could. The flogging was so recent they were still mostly red. He knew they would turn black and blue before long, but for now they were still mostly red.
Trey turned to face the mirror head-on. He looked at his chest and stomach; he tightened his body and watched it in the mirror; he took a bodybuilding pose and flexed. Trey saw that his muscles were as strong and defined as they had been three days ago. Trey wasn’t some broken empty nothing anymore; he felt like a jock again. If he didn’t have a cage on his cock, he would have jacked off.