THE TRAINING ROOM -- EPISODE 2
by: Dr. Ben Dover http://profiles.yahoo.com/xamz4u
WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and exits purely in the author's mind. However, "This story contains homoerotic content. If you are not of legal age to view materials containing adult themes, or if such subject matter is illegal in your area, then you must read no further and exit this site." After all, the "Thought-Police" are everywhere. The saga continues...
Practice was over and some of the team was already in the showers.
Several of the players were receiving treatment from the training staff. Some of the guys were in Whirlpools while others were undergoing various treatments on the training tables. All in all, it was the normal controlled mayhem.
The team doctor walked over to Ryan and asked about Jonathan Wilson. Ryan said "His temperature was slightly elevated, but I sent him home and told him to relax for the night."
"Good job, Ryan" the doctor said. "We can't be too careful about heat emergencies. Hell, even the pro teams have screwed-up treating some of their players...and with tragic results."
"Yeah, I read about that in the training journal. Kind of makes you think."
"That's for sure" said the team physician. "But I've always preferred to err on the side of caution."
"That's why I like working with you" said Ryan, smiling at the doctor. "I always learn a lot."
"You'll be a good doctor yourself someday, Ryan" the doctor said reaching out and tousling Ryan's hair.
"Thanks, doc! That means a lot to me and I appreciate it."
While Ryan was studying physical therapy as an undergrad, he never ruled out medical school as a possibility.
Ryan told the doctor that he was going to stop at Wilson's place on his way back to the dorm.
"That'll work" said the doctor. "Always going above and beyond" he said smiling at Ryan. "You know to call my service should anything urgent arise."
"Will do" said Ryan. "He should be in shape for tomorrow's practice. It's the last one before the game."
"Right" said the doctor as he turned to speak with the head trainer.
Ryan continued to apply heat, ice, tape, and anything else the players needed as one by one, the team started leaving the field house. It had been a tiring day for Ryan but also an interesting one. The episode with Jonathan Wilson had Ryan's mind reeling.
As the last of the players left the training room, the head trainer came over to Ryan. "Good job today, Ryan." "Doc tells me you took good care of Wilson."
"Thanks, boss. I appreciate it," Ryan said.
The head trainer told Ryan "Go on and head out. I'll have Jeff finish cleaning up in here. Besides, Doc said you're going to check up on Wilson on your way home."
"You don't have to tell me twice" Ryan said smiling. "I'm just going to grab a quick shower and bail. See you tomorrow," and with that, Ryan headed to his locker to grab a towel.
Since he had spooged his drawers earlier, Ryan was a little self-conscious about the dried wad in his tighty-whities, but nobody paid any attention as he stripped and walked to the showers.
After a nice warm shower to help him clear his head and "de-spunkify" himself, he toweled-off and returned to his locker. He dressed in a fresh pair of khaki shorts and a staff polo shirt. Ryan had kept an extra set of clothes in his locker ever since one particular emergency during a practice had resulted in his being covered with blood.
He walked back to the training room to pick up some supplies he might need for Jonathan Wilson. Everyone was already gone so he put a few things into one of the field kits. He made sure to take a rectal thermometer and some KY. The thought made Ryan start to stiffen.
"I had better get out of here" thought Ryan. He was wondering if he read too much into what had occurred with Jonathan.
He left the field house and began walking along the edge of campus. Wilson lived in an off-campus house with two other juniors who were also on the team. Ryan had about eight or nine blocks to walk before reaching Jonathan's house.
As he walked, he replayed in his mind what had happened in the training room. Was he reading this all wrong?
It didn't matter if he was. He was simply going to check on Wilson as a member of the training staff. If there was going to be anything else, he wasn't going to start it.
When he reached Wilson's house, he was met by Jonathan's two housemates coming out the front door. "Hey" they said.
"Where're you guys off to?" Ryan asked.
"Awww, our girlfriends want to see that new chick flick" said one of the guys.
"Yeah, but I can sit through it if it'll get me laid later" laughed the other as they headed for a car parked on the street. "Go on in. Jonathan's in the basement pumping some iron. We'll catch you later" he said as he ducked into his beater ride.
Had Ryan heard him correctly? Was Jonathan Wilson lifting weights after having a heat emergency at practice just a couple hours before?
Ryan could feel his anger rising. He went through the front door and could hear the clank of weights in the basement. "That dumb fuck" Ryan muttered as he headed down the stairs to the basement.
Jonathan Wilson was wearing only a pair of nylon shorts and lying on a weight bench doing presses. His bare chest was wet with perspiration and his face flushed from the exertion.
"Hey!" yelled Ryan.
This startled Wilson and almost caused him to drop the bar on his chest. Unsteadily, he placed the bar back onto the rack.
"I didn't hear you come in" said Wilson.
As he looked at Ryan, he knew something was wrong. The trainer's jaw was clenched and his face was red. "What's up?" he asked.
"What-the-fuck-are-you-doing?" Ryan asked slowly and deliberately. He tried not to scream at Wilson but he was getting more pissed by the minute.
"What do you mean?" asked Jonathan as he saw Ryan was plenty ticked.
"You had heat exhaustion today. I told you to go home and relax. Do you call this relaxing?!" Ryan asked.
"I have a good mind to pull you from practice tomorrow" Ryan said. "You know I can."
Jonathan's face paled. He knew any member of the training staff could pull a player, but he also knew Ryan was tight with the doc. If that happened, he would have a lot of explaining to do to the coach. Hell, he might even lose his starting spot.
"Hey, um, I was just lifting a little." "I thought, um, since I missed some of the practice, I could, well, make up for it."
Jonathan knew he sounded like a dope. He knew it was stupid but it was the jock in him always wanting to work out. But he also knew he was screwed just looking at Ryan standing before him with his fists clenched and jaw muscles twitching. "Shit, this guy's gonna kick the crap out me" he thought. All of a sudden, the trainer boy looked pretty damn menacing. Not to mention the fact, he could bench me for the next game.
Ryan said very slowly "Jonathan, you have been an athlete for a long time. You've played as a kid, in high school, and you're in your third year here. Since when have you ever disobeyed the coach or the trainer?"
Knowing that he was wrong, Jonathan mumbled "Never" and looked down.
"So why now?" shouted Ryan. "Don't think you have to listen to "Trainer Boy?!" Ryan deliberately used that expression since he knew some of the team members called him that because he looked so young.
Jonathan looked at Ryan and said "No, man, you know it wasn't that. You know I always listen. I just wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."
Ryan said, "Me too. I don't see how I have any choice but to bench you tomorrow. Coach can decide if you'll play on Saturday."
"Ryan, no!" Jonathan pleaded. "Dude, you can't do that to me. Come on, be a bud. It'll really fuck things up if I don't play. My old man's going to wonder why I was benched and he'll ask coach. Man, things are already bad enough at home."
"Tough, dude," Ryan said. "You need to be taught a lesson. It's an old line, but it's for your own good. You're a good player and I like you, but I won't jeopardize your health by ignoring this. With what happened on the field today, you could have easily passed out and dropped those weights on your dumb-ass head. You make me think you're half a fuckin' vegetable already for pulling this shit.
"Later" Ryan said as he turned to leave.
Jonathan's eyes began to tear as he grabbed Ryan's arm. "Ryan, please" Jonathan asked. "Can't you punish me some other way? I'll do whatever you want but I can't be benched. Pleeeeease!"
Ryan looked into the eyes of the 6'3" jock. Beyond the chiseled body of an athlete, was a guy just like himself. His fury began to dissolve.
"Jonathan," Ryan said, "you know I'm plenty pissed at you. You also know that I have your best interests at heart, right?"
"I know, Ryan" Jonathan said as a tear rolled down his cheek. He searched the trainer's eyes.
Ryan made up his mind. "Ok, dumb-ass, get your butt over that weight bench."
Without hesitation, Jonathan draped his body across the weight bench.
Ryan stood over Jonathan who didn't look up. "You know what's coming, right?"
Jonathan's head nodded.
"You know why, right?" Ryan asked.
Again Jonathan's head nodded.
With that, Ryan began to spank Jonathan's ass. He wailed on his butt as hard as he could. It seemed the ass was made of steel and he could feel his hand stinging. He thought about taking off his belt and using it, that's how angry he was, but he thought his hand was making the point.
Jonathan took it in stride. It was not the first time he'd gotten a licking, but it was his first since being in college. He was surprised at the strength that Ryan put behind each blow.
Ryan stopped and stepped behind Jonathan. He grasped the waistband of the nylon shorts and lowered them. Jonathan didn't object as they were slid down his legs to his ankles.
Ryan sat down on the weight bench beside Jonathan and resumed the spanking. The nylon of the shorts hadn't afforded much protection, but Jonathan really began to feel the sting of Ryan's blows. With each anticipated smack he tensed his cheeks. Ryan noticed the dimples as Jonathan's cheeks tensed. Had anyone else been in the house they surely would have heard the crack of flesh on flesh.
As the blows fell, Ryan began to feel the anger leave his body. He knew this was for Jonathan's own good. He hoped Jonathan knew, too.
"Stand up" ordered Ryan.
Jonathan lifted himself off of the weight bench. He stood there, eyes downcast, his shorts around his ankles. He began rubbing his reddened asscheeks.
Ryan wasn't sure, but it kind of looked like Jonathan's dick wasn't totally limp. No time for thinking about that now.
Ryan patted his lap. Jonathan understood and lowered himself across Ryan's lap.
Ryan began anew. Jonathan's cheeks were now a bright red. They continued to tense in anticipation. As he did, his exposed penis pushed itself against Ryan's thigh. As Ryan continued to punish the exposed flesh, Jonathan continued to grind against Ryan's thigh.
Eventually, Ryan began to relent. The pace of the spanking slowed as his non-spanking arm was across Jonathan's back and around his waist. He could feel their sweat intermingling. He surveyed the boy over his lap. Jonathan's chest was lying over his left knee. His arms hung down in front of him. He couldn't see Jonathan's face as his head hung facing the floor, but his thick neck was connected to broad shoulders which narrowed to his waist. Of course, there were two hairless red globes now and below that, muscular thighs with a light coating of hair. His lower legs and ankles were in a tangle of orange nylon which had been his running shorts.
Between spanks, Ryan began to rest his hand on Jonathan's asscheeks. He could feel the warmth from the now crimson flesh.
As Ryan would alternate between spanking and caressing, he could feel Jonathan's erection pressing against his right thigh. Ryan, too, had his erection pressing against the inside of his shorts.
The spanking stopped. Ryan lifted Jonathan off of his lap. Jonathan's five-inch member was arching upward toward his six-pack abs and below a neatly trimmed light-brown patch of pubes.
Ryan briefly noticed Jonathan's scrotum was drawn up toward his shaft. He wondered if this was a physiological result of pain or fear. Earlier, on the training table, Jonathan's nut sack had hung looser. Never mind.
Ryan saw the tears running down Jonathan's face. It was an awesome sight. This man before him with his beautiful tear-streaked face stood oblivious to his nudity or his manhood as he absently rubbed his heated glutes.
Ryan stood up and faced Jonathan.
"You know you deserved that, don't you?" asked Ryan in a soft voice.
Jonathan nodded.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I wanted to make my point" said Ryan.
"That's not why I'm crying" whispered Jonathan, his face searching Ryan's while his big, brown eyes were still welling with tears.
Ryan tilted his head sideways as if to say "Why, then?"
"I'm crying because you cared enough about me to show it" said Jonathan. "You went out of your way to come over here to take care of me, and I fucked up. I'm sorry."
The tears fell freely now. Both had their eyes locked on the other. Both felt their own erections hard as steel.
A minute passed.
Ryan reached up to Jonathan's cheek and wiped away a tear. "That what friends are for" he said as he leaned forward and kissed Jonathan on the mouth. Neither wanted to break the kiss.
When they separated, they continued to look into each other's eyes. Finally, Ryan said, "I trust there'll be no need to repeat this spanking."
Jonathan whispered "I've learned my lesson." He hesitated, then said "But you might need to teach me a few others."
A lop-sided grin formed on Jonathan's lips as he added "Ryan, my ass feels hot. Do you think I have a fever?"
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