There was a long silence.
Nate Howlett stared anxiously at the Assistant Coach's locked office. He could swear the only thing making noise in that empty building was his heart, uneasy about the idea of what was going to happen in a few moments. Memories of the last days raced through his mind, firing his nerves up with all the electrical signals of arousal. His skin became incredibly sensitive, as if anticipating a pleasuring touch. His pupils dilated, his nipples got hard, his penis was filled with blood. His nostrils flared, picking up the characteristic scent of sweaty young men that had been forever infused in the walls of the locker room not far from where he stood. Nate felt like a hound whose master had ordered to stay put, and waited for the next command, almost unable to contain himself.
But he didn't have to wait for long.
"Come in, Howlett," he heard Greg Marino say in his familiar deep voice. His trainer's low register was enough to make him shiver, and, in a Pavlovian reflex, it also never failed to make him salivate.
He gathered his stuff and entered the office, his heart beating painfully hard. He still got as nervous entering that room as he did the first time, even though that seemed like ages ago by now.
"Take off your clothes," Greg said matter-of-factly, crossing his arms and standing in front of the locked door, blocking the passage, and making his player feel caged, just like he did before every practice. Nate liked feeling caged. It made him feel like Greg was in charge, and the idea of such a manly man being the one with all the power made him comfortable. He knew he could trust that man, and things were much simpler when all he had to do was obey.
Nate liked obeying.
He took off his clothes while the Assistant Coach watched, and the fact that only one of them was getting naked made him feel exposed and vulnerable, somehow less of a man than the guy who got to stay dressed and warm. He didn't quite understand why, but this was a reassuring feeling, as if his trainer, being bigger, stronger, older, and well hung, had some kind of right over him. Somehow this felt right.
Somehow it felt good to be put in his place.
But it seemed like the heater was never working in that room, and it was uncomfortably chilly. Not only that accentuated the discomfort Nate naturally felt from exposing his small penis to someone else, but it also made it shrink even more, exacerbating the issue that had gotten him there in the first place. Nate was ashamed of his tiny dick, and stripping in the cold wasn't a pleasant experience. His teeth were chattering a little. He tried to stand still, although shivering, completely naked, and with his arms by his side so that the Assistant Coach could have a good view of his body.
Greg looked at the jock's well-defined muscles, always impressed by the amount of work that young man had put into looking so strong and masculine, but couldn't help but chuckle at the way the small member between his legs just made all that effort useless. He got closer to the hunk and pinched his small cock, his callous hand and thick fingers emphasizing how little it was, and snickered. "I'll never get used to how tiny this thing is," he said, hurting the jock's feelings with his dismissive tone.
But it was all just part of his "treatment." Nate knew that his trainer only said such belittling things to make him lose his fear of rejection. The idea was that if he listened to that kind of demeaning remark often enough, he'd get used to it, and those words would eventually lose their power over him. But for now, they still hurt. And the fact that it was all true made him feel helpless. He did have a very small penis, after all, and there was nothing he could do to change that.
So he lowered his head, as ashamed as he felt every time he stripped in that office, glad only to know that now Greg would open his fly and take out his cock, forcing him to jerk both of them off at the same time, rubbing their dicks against each other, measuring them, comparing them, attesting how incredibly different they were, so that he could "come to terms with just how small" he was and "stop being in denial."
But the Assistant Coach had something else in mind for today.
"Kneel," he ordered, and as the confused jock obeyed he took another step forward, getting his crotch just inches away from his face. He gently grabbed the hunk's chin and made him look up at his eyes. "I think we've made some progress so far, but now we have to step things up, otherwise you'll stop improving your condition." He undid his pants and took his semi-hard penis out. Nate had never had a cock so close to his face, and that startled him as if he had accidentally gotten too close to something big and menacing.
And in fact, he had.
The trainer grabbed the top of his head, holding it in place, and then began rubbing the tip of his dick all over Nate's mouth. The jock felt like his heart had skipped several beats, and the precum coming out of the Assistant Coach's member tasted salty as it lubricated his lips. The world's best chapstick.
"From now on you're gonna suck me off before going to practice," Greg said, now hitting Nate's mouth with his cock, making him flinch in anticipation every time. "It's time you learned just how much fun you can have, even with that small dick of yours, and stop seeing it as a burden. But since it's just so goddamn tiny, you should better learn how to get pleasure out of other parts of your body as well," he continued, but Nate wasn't able to hear him well over the smacking sound of that dick against his forehead, Greg's nuts now resting on his chin. The way the Assistant Coach laid his penis across the hunk's face made him fall into a trance, able only to focus on the warmth that emanated from that surprisingly heavy piece of man meat, and he felt like one of those dogs that anxiously waited for their master's permission to eat the treat balancing on their nose.
"Now suck it."
