By AlphaMetal

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.

But his back and ass still hurt, and as good as he felt about himself Trey did have a very practical thought: In a minute he was going to have to walk to the weight room for his mandatory workout, and he knew it would hurt like hell when he lay on his back with the weight of a loaded barbell pressing him onto the bench.

Trey heard a knock on his door and opened it to see the Assistant Coach. Trey was confused but pleased, and he was especially pleased that he was alone in his room; the three guys who bunked with him were gone.

The coach walked into the room and said, “Sit down. Relax.”

“I have to be in the weight room in just a few minutes, Sir,” Trey replied.

“I know,” said the coach. “They only give you two days off after punishment. That’s why I’m here. I’ve got you covered.”

The coach saw the confusion in Trey’s eyes. “Outdoor work counts as a workout,” the coach explained, “and I got you excused from weights to come with me to split wood. With that flogged back of yours, it will be better than laying on a bench.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You know, Trey, when you call me ‘Sir,’ it makes feels like you are scared of me.”

Trey didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.

The coach chuckled, “OK, I get that. The first few times we met, I guess you were right to be scared of me.”

“I guess so, Sir,” Trey replied with a cute smile.

The coach continued, “I thought you were a real asshole when I first saw you strutting around. No, you were a real asshole. A cocky, bad-boy asshole. And I knew you weren’t going to last long that way.”

After a pause, the coach added, “But there was also something more. I didn’t want you to be an asshole.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“Do you?”

“No. I’m not sure.”

“OK. Maybe we can talk about it sometime. But for now, let’s we make a deal: You don’t get cocky, I won’t hurt you, and you stop calling me ‘Sir’ like you’re afraid of me?”

Trey smiled. “Deal.”

“Put on your uniform and boots, you shouldn’t be splitting wood in shorts and running shoes.”

“Deal again,” Trey replied with a smile.

Trey slid off one running shoe with his other shoe, and then used his toes to remove the second one; he still rarely wore socks to the gym, and somehow never got in trouble for it. Trey slid down his shorts, and then his jockstrap, and noticed that the coach was watching him get naked.

Trey didn’t mind. Actually, he was pleased. No, actually, he was turned on.

And he was glad for the cock cage, because otherwise he would have popped a hard-on, which would have been weird.

Trey turned and the coach saw his bruised ass.

“Damn, that looks bad,” the coach said.

“Yes, it was, S…” Trey stopped himself in the middle of a “Sir.”

“Yeah, it was bad,” Trey corrected himself.

Trey grabbed a pair of underwear and some thick socks and put them on. He got into his utility uniform and sat on his bunk to put on his boots. As he sat on the bunk he looked up at the coach, who was standing, and realized that he liked looking up at him.

“Alright, come on, let’s go to the woods,” the coach said.

“Let’s do it,” Trey replied casually, with a smile.

***

The two men hiked at least two miles, deep into the woods, until they reached an area where several large trees had been cut down and left in segments on the ground. They were in the middle of nowhere, basically. Trey had not felt this sense of privacy since he had arrived at the military school.

Trey and the coach worked together in the woods, splitting logs for firewood with heavy mauls – basically 10-pound sledgehammers with an axe on one side. Trey watched the coach raise the heavy axe over his head time and again, each time bringing it down so solidly that even the largest logs split in two with one strong stroke. Trey looked at coach’s wide stance – his boots were wide apart to steady him as he brought down the axe – and thought the man looked solid as a tree himself. With core strength like that, Trey’s mind wandered, the coach must have a six-pack under that shirt. Trey wondered if it was covered with the same dark hair that poked out of the coach’s t-shirt in the weight room.

Trey had split several logs himself – although, since the work was new to him, he didn’t have the solid grace of the coach – but the coach had told him to sit and relax. “You took enough punishment the other day,” the coach said. “Just sit there. I’ve got this.”

The coach was clearly enjoying the workout, but he was also giving Trey a break. A break Trey really needed, with the stripes and bruises that still covered his back and ass.

As Trey sat on a stump watching the coach work, he thought about the sweat that must be building up in the man’s armpits as he lifted and lowered the axe time after time.

Finally, after splitting a large log, the coach put down the axe, brushed his arm against his forehead to wipe away the sweat, and let out a deep, contented breath that said the hard work was over.

The coach took a deep drink from his water bottle. The two men looked at each other silently for a moment.

Trey worked up a little courage. “You said we could talk about why you didn’t want me to be such a cocky asshole,” Trey said.

“I guess I did,” replied the coach.

Trey looked at the coach, who stayed silent. The man was clearly thinking about what to say, or whether to say anything at all.

Finally, the coach spoke. “I saw you strutting around, so full of yourself. You were such a jerk. But I also saw something else. I have been around a lot of young men at this school. A lot have nothing but their arrogance, their anger. You seemed different.” For all that arrogance in your eyes and body language, there was a …”

The coach paused to consider his words. He decided to just be honest: “For all that arrogance, there was also a sweetness about you. And I wanted to see more of that. I wanted to get rid of your cockiness to see the sweet boy underneath.”

The coach worried how Trey would react to being called a “sweet boy” but he knew it was time to cross that line and see what happened.

Trey’s face showed no anger, or even surprise. So the coach continued: “If I wanted to see that sweet boy, knew I had to break you. I didn’t hate you. Not all. Just the opposite.”

“You mean, you liked me?” Trey asked.

“Yes,” the coach admitted.

Trey built up more courage, and asked: “If you liked me, why did you handcuff me and march me back to my room that way after the first day in the medical room?”

“I thought you still needed to be brought down a peg, even after what the medic had done to you.”

The coach paused, and then added, “But that wasn’t the only reason.”

“What else?” Trey asked.

“I liked seeing you that way. I enjoyed it.”

“You enjoyed seeing me with my hands cuffed behind my back?”

“Yes.”

Trey stood up slowly. He looked into the coach’ eyes and put his hands behind his back.

“Like this?”

“Yes.”

The two men looked at each other, wondering what the other was thinking.

Trey spoke next. “Do you always carry cuffs?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have a pair with you now?”

“Yes.”

Trey turned around, slowly, so his back was to the coach. His hands were still behind him.

The coach stood up and put his hands on Trey’s shoulders, then ran them down Trey’s arms.

Trey felt like he was being touched by electricity. He moved his feet farther apart.

“Yes, Sir.” Trey said.

The coach knew that this “Sir” was not fear. The coach knew exactly what it was.

Trey heard the coach pull a pair of handcuffs from a pocket, and he felt the coach handcuff him, listening to the clicks as the cuffs closed on his wrists.

Trey turned slowly to face the coach.

“Is this how you like seeing me, Sir?”

“Yes,” the coach replied.

Trey looked into the coach’s eyes, and then down to the ground. When Trey looked up at the coach again, the coach nodded, and without breaking eye contact Trey kneeled.

The coach nodded again. Trey opened his mouth and held it open.

The coach loosened the buckle of his web belt, pulled it open, and lowered his tactical pants and underwear. Trey lowered his eyes to look at the large, hard cock emerging from the coach’s thick pubic hair. It was standing straight up. With the coach standing, and Trey on his knees, the head of the man’s cock was above Trey’s mouth. The coach pushed the tip of his cock down so it was at Trey’s lips, and slid it into the boy’s mouth.

Trey held it in his mouth, filled with contentment that this was finally happening.

Trey played his tongue against the bottom of the cock, and then began gently sucking and moving his mouth back and forth. The coach made a sound that was more of a sigh than a moan, and Trey knew the coach shared his relief that this was finally happening.

Trey worked his mouth on the coach’s large cock and the man’s sigh of contentment turned into a moan of pleasure. Trey felt the man’s hands around the back of his head, but they were not holding or controlling his head; they were simply making contact, as the coach’s energy passed from his strong hands to Trey’s head.

With the coach’s cock deep in Trey’s throat, and Trey’s face pressed against his pubic hair, Trey breathed deeply, taking in the full smell of the man’s crotch.

Trey moved his mouth back and forth, setting his pace by the man’s moans. Trey wanted to extend the man’s pleasure – he wanted to do this for hours — but he also desperately wanted to feel the coach’s warm cum fill his mouth and throat.

Trey felt the coach’s cock get even harder in his mouth; he felt the pressure of the man’s fingers on his head increase; and the coach let out a stream of cum that filled Trey’s mouth completely. Trey let it remain in his mouth, tasting it, feeling its thickness. The coach left his cock in Trey’s warm mouth, keeping it completely still, and Trey felt its firmness filling his mouth.

With the man’s cock and cum in his mouth, Trey focused on the feeling of the cuffs holding his hands behind his back. Somehow the handcuffs made Trey feel safe and protected, as if he were being held and comforted by a strong man. Trey tried to separate his hands, to feel the strength of the steel holding them together, and as that feeling filled his mind, he swallowed.

Trey began sucking again, very gently, and then closed his lips tightly against the shaft, pulling out a few extra drops as the coach moaned.

Trey looked up into the coach’s eyes and felt warm and complete.

Metal would like to thank the author, AlphaMetal, for this story!