By AlphaMetal

Trey was mostly used to it by now. As he entered the locker room after the team weight training session, he knew that when he took off his workout clothes and walked to the shower room the other guys would see the plastic cage around his cock, but by now they had all seen it before anyway.

All in all, Trey thought, even with this stupid cock cage he had to wear, the military high school he agreed to enter instead of jail wasn’t so bad.

At age 19 he shouldn’t still be in high school in the first place, but he knew he had been a fuck-up as a student, and a lot of the other guys here were in the same boat — many were also 18 or 19, and a few even 20 — so it didn’t seem so weird.

And while Trey didn’t like having to follow orders all the time, he knew the school was probably good for him. He was getting the structure he needed; his grades were pretty solid; he was certainly doing great on the wrestling team; and his body was getting super muscular and lean now that he could focus on his workouts so intensely, instead of jacking off every day. And so while it seemed pretty fucked up when he was first told that his cock would be locked in a cage to stop him from masturbating all the time, he knew he had been able to focus more now that he wasn’t jacking off 3 or 4 times a day, and sometimes more. Anyway, even with all the rules, and this stupid cage, this crazy military school was still better than spending a year in jail for that stupid street racing, and maybe they knew what they were doing after all.

So as Trey stood in the locker room and peeled off his shirt, untied his shoes, and pulled off his short socks, he didn’t hesitate to remove off his shorts and jock. The other guys had mostly stopped staring at the cock cage anyway. And more than that, a few weeks ago one of the other guys told him that when he looked at Trey’s ripped body he thought, if the cage had anything do to with the intensity Trey now had in the weight room, maybe it was actually kinda cool. So instead of being embarrassed about the cage Trey stretched and flexed his body as he walked to the shower, and he figured that some of the other guys were probably looking at his muscles, rather than the cage, and thinking the same thing.

What did bother him, though, was that this was the last Friday of the month. Which meant it was time for him to go through the procedure. And he fucking hated the procedure.

When the cock cage was first attached, four months ago, Trey was told that every month it would be removed so he could ejaculate for health reasons to keep things from “backing up.” He thought that was pretty cool. Sure, it would not be as fun as getting to jack off every day, but at least he would get some sexual relief. He figured they would remove the cage for a day and let him go back to his room to shoot a few loads before putting it back on.

But after the first month he learned that is not what they had in mind.

A month after the cage was first attached he was told to report to the medical office for the cage to be removed. As he walked into the exam room he saw one of the male medics and an assistant coach.

“Close the door behind you,” the medic said, so Trey closed the door.

The medic looked at Trey and said, “Strip.”

Trey thought it was a little weird for the medic to say it like that, but it was no big deal. Like everyone else at the military school he had been strip searched more than a few times– they were very strict not only about drugs but also cell phones and some other things – so he just stripped off his clothes like he had been told and put them on the table next to him. He assumed the medic would come over and unlock the cage, and then let him get dressed and go back to his room to jack off a few times. Maybe he would even be allowed to stay overnight without the cage, he thought.

But as he stood there naked, with the medic and coach just looking at him, he realized that might not be the plan. It began to dawn on him that he might have to jack off right there, with them watching. The idea didn’t thrill him, but what the hell. He was pretty horny after a month caged up, and he wasn’t shy about his body, so he figured he would just close his eyes, forget they were there, and feel fucking great for the first time in four weeks.

But instead of coming over to unlock the cage the medic said, “Up on the table.”

Trey looked at the medical exam table in the center of the room. Its back was raised like the back of a chair, and knew the metal stirrups were there for his feet so his crotch would be fully exposed for the medic. “OK, whatever,” Trey thought to himself. He climbed up on the table, rested his back against the semi-reclined back of the table, and put his bare feet into the cold metal stirrups with his calves resting on the supports that extended from the table.

The assistant coach walked toward the table.  When the coach began buckling a leather strap to restrain Trey’s right ankle to the stirrup, Trey called out, “WHAT THE FUCK??” and began to sit up and pull his feet out of the stirrups.

“I don’t need this shit,” the medic said to the assistant coach. The coach nodded, and pulled from his back pocket a pair of handcuffs that Trey had not noticed before

The coach looked at Trey and commanded, “Give me your hands.”

The coach’s tone of voice let Trey know this would not be a good time to cause trouble. Trey felt the cockiness flow out of him and extended his hands in front of him, wrists together. And to show the coach that he didn’t need to get rough, Trey took a deep breath and put his bare feet back into the metal stirrups, and he made a small nod to silently let the coach know, “I’m cool, man. I’m not going to give you any trouble.”

After the cuffs were clicked on his wrists the coach pulled Trey’s hands up over his head and fastened the cuffs to something at the top of the table. If Trey wasn’t already feeling obedient, having his hands cuffed above his head finished the job. His armpits and chest were fully exposed and Trey realized he was just along for the ride. So Trey offered no resistance as the coach returned to the task of buckling the leather straps attaching Trey’s feet and legs to the stirrup; one strap around each ankle and another around the lower part of each leg. Then he turned a crank that spread Trey’s legs even wider apart, and said to the medic, “He’s all yours.” The medic replied, “Thanks, Josh,” and the coach sat down in a chair at the corner of the room in front of Trey and picked up a magazine and started to read. With Trey firmly restrained, the coach wouldn’t be needed again for a while.

The medic opened a cabinet that had a bunch of small keys hanging with numbered tags, found the one that matched the number on Trey’s cock cage, and released and removed the cage from Trey’s cock. Trey’s crotch had been shaved smooth by the medic four weeks ago, before the cage was first attached, but the hair had begun growing back, so Trey was not completely surprised when the medic began using clippers to remove the new hair or when he put on a pair of gloves and applied shaving cream to Trey’s crotch.

Trey had not had an erection or an orgasm in four weeks. And he was 19 after all. So as the medic’s gloved hands began spreading shaving cream over Trey’s balls, his cock got hard.

Trey could tell that the medic was completely straight and could not have cared less about Trey’s cock. Trey had been “looked at a certain way” by guys before – even by some of the other students at the military school – and he could tell when a guy was gay and turned on by him. It was totally obvious the medic had no interest in any of that, and was just doing his job, and Trey was relieved he was not going to be molested. After all, he felt very vulnerable restrained on the exam table with not only his chest, armpits, and crotch fully exposed but with his anus completely exposed as well, because of the way his legs were spread apart by the stirrups. He breathed a little easier knowing that this totally straight medic was not going to get his jollies by molesting Trey’s body. But then he thought to himself with a small internal smile, “Yeah, but if the guy WERE gay he’d probably give me a much better hand job.”

The medic shaved Trey’s balls and the base of his cock with a disposable razor, and then wiped the shaving cream off with a warm wet towel. Trey thought to himself, “damn, that actually feels great” and his cock got even harder – as if that were possible – and he began to regret that the medic wasn’t gay, thinking about how enthusiastically a gay guy would stroke and milk his cock. Instead, this guy will probably just get it done with as quickly as he could. “Ah well. Can’t have everything,” Trey thought.

The medic than took a tube of clear gel and began coating Trey’s balls and the base of his cock with it. Trey had expected his cock to be lubed before being stroked, but why his balls? And why the area at the very base of his cock?

The medic could see the confused look on Trey’s face, and since he knew this was Trey’s first procedure, and that Trey was tightly restrained and posed no threat, the medic explained, “This is electrolytic gel.”

Trey was even more confused by this information, and the medic attached a small loop tightly around Trey’s greased-up balls and the base of his cock and then attached a wire to the loop. And then the medic put gel from the tube on his gloved finger and inserted it into Trey’s anus, moving it around to lube his hole well.

Despite Trey’s total confusion, the medic’s finger did feel great in his ass, and Trey closed his eyes and hoped the medic would keep the finger inside him as he milked him to ejaculate. But Trey’s eyes bugged open as he felt a cold, hard object being pressed against his anus. The medic did not push it in fast and rough, as he certainly could have, but he didn’t work it in gently either. The medic pressed the object firmly and Trey felt a momentary explosion of pain that quickly turned to a feeling of relief as the object entered him fully. Trey’s eye’s bugged open again as the medic attached a wire to the thing that had just been inserted inside him.

Trey was confused but also now somewhat terrified. His hands were cuffed to the table above his head, his feet were firmly restrained, and he didn’t understand what was happening, and when he looked over to the coach he saw the guy was totally absorbed in a magazine with pickup trucks on the cover and wasn’t paying the slightest attention. If something bad was about to happen the coach clearly didn’t care, and was obviously not going to intervene. Trey saw the coach turn a page in his magazine, never looking up.

Trey couldn’t help himself from asking what was going to happen. “Please,” Trey said to the medic… then decided to add a “Sir” to his question:  “Please… Sir…. What are you doing?”

Realizing again that this was Trey’s first time, and that the handcuffed and restrained Trey was not any threat, the medic decided to explain the procedure.

“You need to ejaculate at least every few weeks for health reasons,”  the medic explained, “but this isn’t about fun for you. This is not a treat or a reward. This is to just keep you healthy, nothing more. And the electrodes I just placed will cause you to ejaculate.” The medic looked at Trey’s confused face and then added, “You didn’t think we were going to have someone come in and give you a blow job, did you?”

Trey thought the safest thing was to quietly reply “No, Sir” and just wait for whatever was going to happen.

The medic placed a small plastic cylinder on Trey’s stomach and slide it over his cock and then he took a few steps away from the table and turned a knob on a small box. Trey felt a warmth fill his ass and flood his balls. Then the sensation began pulsing, and it felt almost like something was being pushed in and out of Trey’s ass. It felt really great, actually. Then the sensation increased. Trey felt certain muscles contract and release over which he had no control; he felt the pulsing begin to get harder and then more insistent and almost – but not quite – painful. And then, out of nowhere, Trey felt an orgasm hit him hard. He let out a scream, involuntarily. His hands pulled against the steel handcuffs, which bit into his wrists, and he felt his ankles and calves tense against the leather restraints, and he could feel a powerful ejaculation of sperm fill the plastic cylinder over his cock. The pulses kept coming, and his body jerked with each pulse, and each time he shot another stream of sperm into the cylinder. He lost count as his mind was overflooded with sensations – was it three? Had it reached four? Or even five?? Trey couldn’t think clearly. And then the warmth and pulses stopped.

The medic removed the cylinder from Trey’s finally soft cock and some of the cum slid out onto Trey’s abs. Without even giving Trey a chance to catch his breath the medic re-attached the cock cage to Trey’s freshly shaved and still lubed cock and locked it in place. The medic called over to the coach, who was still not paying any attention: “Hey Josh, we’re done here.”

The coach put down his magazine, walked over to the exam table, unbuckled the straps restraining Trey’s ankles and legs, and then released Trey’s hands and uncuffed his wrists.

“Can you stand,” the coach asked?

Still dazed, Trey slowly replied, “Yes. I think so. Sir.”

“Then get up.”

Trey stood up, a bit unsteady.

“Get dressed,” the coach said.

Trey put his clothes back on.

“It’s time to take you back to your room,” the coach said to Trey, who just nodded.

As Trey began walking toward the door the coach said, “Stop.” So Trey did.

“Hand behind your back,” the coach said. Trey obeyed and felt the handcuffs click onto his wrists once again, this time behind his back. Apparently this is how he was going to be walked back to his room.

“Why?” Trey asked himself in his head, “why is the coach handcuffing me?” And then he answered his own question in his head:

“Because he can.”