Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 18:03:22 -0500
From: Dr. Ben Dover <xamz@penn.com>
Subject: THE TRAINING ROOM - EPISODE 2

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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