By AlphaMetal

Trey was back in his room after a long day of class. It was time to change into gym clothes for his afternoon workout.

Trey sat on his bunk and unlaced the military boots he wore during the day. It felt good to slip off one boot, and then the other, and take a moment to sit on the edge of the bunk in his socks. He liked wearing the boots — they made him feel tough, like he could walk over anything, and he liked the way they gripped the ground, firmly anchoring his body so he could make full use of the strength if he needed to. And, to be honest, he thought the boots looked hot; sometimes he would look down at his own boots during the day and feel… sexy. In fact, before they locked the cage on his cock, sometimes he would drop his pants when he got back to his room and jack off looking down at the boots on his own feet. But while he liked the boots, they were also warm and heavy and made his feet sweat, and so it felt good to take them off and relax for a moment.

But it was time for the gym, so Trey pulled off his thick socks and the rest of his uniform. He walked naked across the room and grabbed his PT clothes from an open shelf, but he paused before putting them on. Standing naked reminded him of yesterday’s procedure in the medical room, and instead of getting dressed he sat down on his bunk and allowed himself to think about what happened.

Why had the coach thought he would enjoy having his cock serviced by a cute twink with a pretty, almost feminine face? Sure, everyone likes a good blow job. But why was that the gift the coach chose to give him?

But even as he asked himself the question, he knew the answer. Trey knew how much masculine energy he gave off. He was not only masculine, he was a “bad boy” – after all, he was at the school was because he got caught street-racing his Mustang one too many times. When Trey had been out in the real world he saw the way girls looked at him with sexual hunger, and he saw more than a few guys look at him the same way. He wasn’t really surprised that the coach had seen him as some kind of horny straight guy, and that he chose the most feminine-looking boy at the school to give him head, to make him feel good. But the coach obviously did not have x-ray vision into Trey’s mind or he would have known that half the time Trey jacked off — before they locked the cage on his cock, anyway — he imagined himself shoved up against the wall by a hairy older stud, getting fucked hard and mercilessly.

Trey slapped his face to change the subject in his head; his cock was getting hard in the cage and it was driving him crazy. The slap mostly did the trick, and Trey pulled on his jockstrap and gym shorts, slid his running shoes onto his feet, and stood up. If this had been a normal kind of school or college he would have held his shirt in his hand and walked to the gym shirtless – enjoying the way people looked at him – but he knew better; the school had a strict rule about being properly dressed in any public space and it wasn’t worth a trip to the punishment room, or worse, so he pulled his t-shirt over his head before leaving his room.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about the coach as he walked to the gym. Not only about the coach’s body – which he still hadn’t seen; he just imagined it from the outline of the coach’s gym clothes and the dark chest hair at the top of the man’s t-shirt – but also about the coach’s attitude. At first, when the coach was tormenting him, he saw the man’s tough, dominant attitude as a challenge and a threat. Back then, Trey saw the coach as an adversary, someone he would probably have challenged to a fight in some other situation.

When the coach handcuffed Trey’s hands behind his back, after that first procedure in the medical room, Trey was angry at him for doing it, and he mentally fought against the steel on his wrists during the whole walk back to his room. But after the coach started treating him with kindness Trey’s attitude toward the man changed, and as he walked to the gym, remembering the feeling of those handcuffs behind his back, he remembered them not with anger but arousal. Trey let his mind imagine what it would have been like if the coach had led him into his room, still cuffed, and pointed to the floor to communicate that Trey should kneel. Trey would have known he was expected to suck the coach to orgasm, and he would have opened his mouth, and felt complete with the man’s cock between his lips, and even more complete when he felt the coach’s warm cum fill his mouth.

When Trey arrived at the weight room the image of himself on his knees in front of the coach was still in his head, but so was another thought: He didn’t know what he was going to do with these feelings.

To be continued …