[SUMMARY TO NOW: Asher is a promising college football player on the back-up team desperate to make first-team who has a career ending secret: he craves being dominated by men. When he rudely rejects the Dom Henry because he's on first-team, Henry gets revenge by catfishing Asher, tying him up, and forcing his load down Asher's throat.
Horrified, Asher vows to never see Henry again, but crawls back when Henry promises he can improve Asher's football, if Asher agrees to become Henry's sex slave. Asher submits and is forced into chastity. After a bratty refusal to be fucked, Asher must now get four facials from other men before Henry will let Asher cum...]
Chapter 5
Lying in my dorm room bed, my locked cock wouldn't stop fighting against its cage. I was so horny I felt like I'd suck anyone's cock to get the four facials I needed for Henry's requirement to let me cum. Grindr was filled with messages but they all seemed to be from bottoms pleading to blow me and the few tops weren't responding, so I began to finger my hole in a desperate attempt to feel any pleasure. Soft moans filled the room.
My roommate was out so I used my other hand to massage my nipples. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body. When Henry finally let me out, fuck, I would shoot across his entire room. I fingered myself deeper. Maybe I could cum like this. Useless thrusts up and down looked pathetic but I couldn't help myself. I had to keep going.
"Woo!" my roommate Mike slammed the door open.
I turned to him and threw the blanket over myself, frozen in terror. He stumbled in and stared at me, giggling from obvious drunkenness.
"What were... Were you jerking off bro?" he asked with a wide grin.
I shook my head.
"Sureeee," he said. He pointed to where my cage was under the blanket and laughed. "I can see!"
My roommate Mike was a classic frat boy. Polo shirt with popped up collar, always either drunk or high, impressive muscles masked by a freshman fifteen, and probably hadn't showered in a week.
"Look, I'm supportive," he said. "If you need practice taking a dick up your ass, you can use mine. I'll even let you suck me off if you pay!"
Ever since he found out I was gay, he loved to chide me about it. Nothing offensive, just things to rile me up. I wanted to cuss him out, to tell him to take his drunk ass to bed. But I remembered Henry's words. Think about how rare it is to find real men who dominate.
"Thank you Mike," I said through my teeth, unable to meet his gaze.
"Oh, so polite!" Mike said, stumbling to his bed. "Good boy."
Once I heard snores, I snuck back on Grindr, my cock harder than ever. On there was a message from Sebastian, a mega-fan of the Hunters who every game day messaged me saying how sexy I looked from the benches.
Under normal circumstances, that's where I would've kept him, just messages on a screen to boost my ego. But Henry had kicked my ego down to Earth and dragged it face first across the mud. It was no longer a question of if I would let a man get in my pants, but if they would grace me with the privilege of servicing their cock.
"Wear your football outfit. We can meet outside the stadium," he had written.
I hugged the shadow of the stadium dressed in my full football uniform as I looked for Sebastian in the cold dark of the night. My shoulder pads nearly bumped the outer walls as the wind cooled the dried sweat of my used jersey. A dark figure made me freeze -- the idea of anyone but Sebastian catching me dressed in full gear was humiliating. But with a single command, Henry had turned me into the entire campus' bitch.
"Fuck yeah," a trembling voice said. A light shined on me and I saw it was Sebastian.
Sebastian had a slim, athletic body, but nothing like the muscle I or the guys I hooked up with had. He had a peeving smiling on his baby-face as he stared from my helmet to my cleats behind his large glasses.
"It's so open here," he said.
I nearly sighed in relief. Yes. Let's go somewhere more secure.
"Wouldn't it be even better if we were in the middle of the football field?" he asked.
With face burning enough to fight off the cold, I snuck us inside, and Sebastian led me to the 50-yard line. Alone and in the darkness, the stadium felt even more massive. We were truly on display to any unknown audience.
I got on my knees as he unzipped his cock. "Wow, you're eager," he said giggling.
I realized even with a man far different from Henry, my need for cock was just as strong. I pushed my head as far as it would go against my helmet to swallow more of his cock. Each satisfied gasp from him sending a primal bolt of pleasure through my brain. This was who I was.
Sebastian began to strip his shirt off, then pulled me off his cock to pull his pant down. He stroked his cock, looking down at me. "Flex for me, gorgeous," he said.
Staring up at him, I stretched biceps as much as I could with deep grunts. Then triceps, flexing like a circus muscle man would. He stroked faster at each new position. "Yeah, that's it," he muttered. "Put on a show for me." Deserted and kneeling on the football grass, I was his eye candy to ogle. To sexualize. To objectify.
"Don't you dare stop working for me," he said, stroking faster. I could tell he was getting closer and fear began to set in as I realized I was still wearing my helmet. Henry had demanded a facial.
"Please, can you blow your cum on my face?" I asked through flexes.
"Alright," he said. "But get your mouth guard ready. I have a sexy idea to go with that."
I took off my helmet and put my mouth guard right by me. Without warning he rammed his cock deep in my throat. I stumbled back and used my arms to steady myself as he thrust back and forth.
"Hey, don't stop flexing, right?" he said.
I tried to nod with a cock in my mouth, which just made him laugh. Flexing, balancing, gagging on cock -- it all compounded to my limit. He rammed my throat faster and faster. Loud groans, screams of pleasure, ricocheted across the stadium. I was sure someone would hear us.
Then, he pulled out. I stared up at him and immediately realized my mistake. Thick globs of cum blasted across my face. I gasped as I shut my eyes to not be blinded. I couldn't count all of them. Then, his cock still blasting out cum slide down my face, to my neck, and in a horrible instant I realized where he was going. With his last shot, he creamed all over my mouth guard.
I opened my eyes, and he was beaming with eager satisfaction. "There you go," he said. "Now every time you use that, you'll think of -- and taste -- me."
I couldn't believe it. This asshole I had just met thought he could permanently mark my property? I should've jumped up and tackled him to the ground and made him beg me for mercy. I easily could've, I was visibly buffer and stronger than him. But fuck, I was so, so horny and desperate for release. And I hadn't got from him what Henry had asked of me.
"Fuck, I love that," I said, lying through my teeth. "Please can I take a photo of myself like this?"
"Of course, stud," Sebastian said.
I took out my phone and pointed the selfie camera at me and as much of Sebastian as I could. With the flash, it mostly just showed my cum drenched face and his still semi-hard cock.
Then I got up. He clapped me on the back and we departed. I nearly ran back to the locker room to clean the cum off my face and change out of my uniform. Only one guy down and already I was humiliated, used, and somehow even hornier. This was not going to be easy.
At practice the next day, I still was hyper-aware of my chastity cage. Standing on the field doing drills just reminded me of last night with Sebastian. The only thing that stopped me from confronting Henry again was that, strangely, I was less scared of moving with the cage on. Spending just two days in chastity had made me realize I could do pretty much anything I could without it - besides peeing standing up.
Still, I was distracted and my performance was noticeably worse. At the start of scrimmage, I put my mouth guard in and gagged as Sebastian's dried cum stuck up my mouth. But I couldn't sneak away to clean it, so each play the taste of his cum was forced down my throat. Midway through, Coach Tillman threw his arm around my shoulder and said "Sub in for first team's running back," then slapped my ass onto the field. Shit. Was his opinion of me already falling that fast? I was supposed to move up to first team's quarterback, not to be the quarterback's glorified errandboy.
I huffed to my position behind Jonathan, my rival quarterback and the man I needed to beat out for my dream. He glanced at me and sneered, and for a moment I swore he looked right at my crotch like he knew. Then the play was off, and we were running. A blur of uniforms and men exploded in front of me. Jonathan shuffled to try and find an opening, but second team was closing in on him. I ran my route to where I had a straight shot down the field and made eye contact, pleading for him to make the throw. But his eyes glazed over me like I was garbage. There were only a few more seconds where he could pass. Please, I begged silently. I'm trying to help you, asshole.
Finally, as two guys threw themselves to Jonathan, he soared the ball to me. I leaped and cradled it in my hands and sprinted across the field. The entire team was on me, but it was too late now. This was what I was built for. Cheers echoed in my ears as I passed the endzone.
After the scrimmage, Jonathan came up to me, sweat dripping down his hair. I looked up at him from the bench, a beam on my face. He cocked his head and scoffed, refusing to meet my eyes. "Remember, as long as I'm quarterback, any touchdown you make is mine," he growled.
The old me would've fought back against him, try to come out on top verbally. But this chastity cage constantly tugging on my balls had a way of reminding me who I was.
"Noted," I said simply.
"Good," he said. "You're not half bad, as long as you're a running back."
He knocked my shoulder in congratulations, then walked off. For a moment, something in me visualized myself on my knees, thanking him for every one of "his" touchdowns, and getting my second facial from him. But I shook my head and nearly spat in disgust. I would never, ever let myself serve that asshole. That must have just been my horniness screaming out, which meant I really needed to find three other dicks to suck before it got even worse.
After classes, every free moment I had was spent on Grindr replying to any and all messages from guys looking to use me. It culminated with me on my knees in an abandoned bathroom stall with a guy who I had only seen the torso of beforehand. Name? I was past the point of demanding a name.
"Get naked pussy," he said in an earthy depth as his clothes fell to the floor.
"Please, I can't because-"
"I didn't ask," he said, and with both hands pinched my nostrils and pulled up so I was forced to stare at him right in the eyes.
I squealed in pain as I stared at the man I didn't even know the name of. He was chubby and short with a balding hairline that made him look older than a college student. His mouth swished and then a fat wad of spit launched onto my face. I felt the hot spit ooze down to my mouth as he stared with cold intensity.
"Okay," I said. His finger let go of my nostril and I stripped in bitter embarrassment. He let out a low hum as my cock cage became visible and I braced for the worst.
"Why am I not surprised?" he said.
He leaned down to my level, and gripped my cage like he was going to tear it off. I cried out in pain as he met my eyes and spat in my face again.
"I'm going to face fuck your pussy until your throat is so raw you can't speak," he said, never raising or lowering his voice.
"And then you'll cum on my face, right?" I asked.
