Bait and Switch

Summary:

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 was punished with earning four facials, including his own straight roommate Mike. Finally done, Asher is tied naked to Henry's doorframe - with a promise that what Henry's about to do to him will make Asher blow all over his chastity cage.

Chapter 6

My master Henry's cock slid across my exposed hole as I breathlessly took in his threat that he was going to make me cum while locked in chastity just from getting fucked in the ass. There was no way that was even possible, right? I didn't know really anything about chastity and had only been in my cage for a few days. But for some reason my inept cock was leaking at the thought.

Henry began to strip off his shirt, revealing underneath a forest of chest hair thick and brown and mouthwateringly manly. "So boy," he said in that low baritone. "What did you learn from your cocksucking?"

"Learn, Sir?" I asked.

"About yourself. About real men. I didn't make you humiliate and debase yourself for days just for four photos of you covered in cum -- though that was half the reason."

Fuck, I wished I could move to touch myself, but the restraints pinning my body upright to his bedroom door made that a fantasy. "Thank you, Sir," I said.

I thought back to all the cocks I had sucked. How each man had focused on taking something different from me -- Sebastian and his football fetish, the Dom in the bathroom stall and spitting on me, Elias and tweaking my nipples, the thug and bullying and abusing me, Mike and using me as a substitute for a girl's mouth.

"Each Dom is unique, Sir," I said. "As a sub, I have to be flexible to provide whatever they desire most. My own desires are only detriments to the man's overall enjoyment."

"Is my stupid fag actually learning something?" Henry asked with a sneer. "What a smart boy." He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs and I arched my back in pleasure.

Once his fingers left, I whimpered, which caused a chuckle to escape his mouth. He pulled down his pants, revealing his boxers. "And what did you learn about yourself?" he asked.

That was harder. I stayed silent for a while, and collected my thoughts of each day as he took off his pants. My bare skin felt cold against the hard wood of the door I was pressed against.

"I think..." I said finally. "Chastity makes me more submissive. It's just like you said, Sir. Both on and off the field. I was willing to work with Jonathan for the first time ever. And I was actually good." I felt myself smiling. Then, thoughts of Mike crossed my mind. "Though I'm so eager to please, it gets me in trouble."

By now, Henry kicked off his boxers. His stiff cock stood tall against his large boxy frame. He walked towards me and pressed his body against mine as his pressure weighed down on me, localized on his dick against my ass.

"What kind of trouble?" he asked as his dark brown eyes pierced mine. I tried to look away, his body hair caressing my bare skin. This was only the second time I'd ever seen him naked, but probably the countless time he'd seen me that way.

"It's... nothing Sir," I said.

"Faggot," he growled at me. "When I ask a question, you answer me."

I nodded as his hot breath hit my face. "I sucked off my straight roommate. He's demanding I suck him off whenever he asks now."

Henry's presence lifted off me, and belly laughs filled the air. I looked up, and he was wiping his eyes. "There's that stupid faggot I know," he said, smiling at me. "You almost made me worry for a second."

I didn't know what to say.

"A faggot sucking off a real man is never trouble for a faggot." He opened the palm of his hand and slapped my ass so hard I moved half a foot up the door frame as I howled in agony.

Then he reached to a table and poured lube on his cock. My body tensed either in excitement or terror, I couldn't tell. The tip of his cock pressed against the entrance of my hole and I felt the sticky lube press into me.

"Now then..." Henry said. "Where were we? Ah, yes. Beg to have my cock in your ass."

I felt my muscles clench. It was the exact same words he had said to me the day I had refused him and set this whole demand of four facials in motion. In the most subtle of ways, he was bringing me right back to that night and reminding me that I could fight as much as I wanted, but I was always going to end up right in the same spot that he wished.

So what would my answer be this time? At least then I was held down against my will. This time I willingly came to him and let him tie me up to his doorframe.

"Please Sir put your cock in my ass," I said. I couldn't lie to myself anymore.

The whites of his eyes glinted with triumph as he stared down at me. "I don't know fag," he said. "Doesn't sound like you really want it."

God, he was going to force me to debase myself even more? "Please, Sir," I said and felt blood rush to my face. "Please fuck my ass Sir."

He shook his head with feigned boredom. I swallowed and stared down at his dripping cock, felt my mouth salivate, and let my thoughts spill out without worry of the consequences. "Please Sir, I need cock. I need your cock in me to feel pleasure. I need you to fuck my hole and dump your load inside me without letting me touch myself."

"Why boy?" Henry asked, caressing my chest with his hands.

"Because... my hole belongs to you now," I said, realizing it as I said it.

"Good boy," Henry said. He nodded reassuringly and squeezed my pecs. "Very good, boy."

Then, he began to push the massive head of his cock against my tight hole. My body compressed against the wood and I struggled in pain to get away but there was nowhere for me to hide. Just mounting pressure of him against me.

My whole body felt like it was getting lit on fire. Every nerve was turned to 11 and I bit my lip as my chest clutched in frozen breath.

"Let me in..." Henry said in an authoritative rumble.

I trembled and begged myself to open for him. Lifting my legs as high as they could towards the ceiling and forcing myself to relax. I refused to back down this easily. Even if it destroyed me, I was going to let Henry inside.

"Uh... ah-" I stammered as I opened myself to him. "Fuck... fuck!"

The first inch of his cock entered inside my hole. Henry's grip tightened on my thighs. I panted and gave a wary smile of relief to him.

And then he thrust. I shrieked to the heavens as his cock penetrated me inch by inch without letting up. My body tried to thrash to get away, but between the restraints and those strong, large arms of his I was held in place for skewering.

It felt like a foot or more of his cock pushed inside me as I cried. But finally, his stomach met my ass and I knew he was all the way in.

A deep sigh of contentment let out of Henry and his grip on my thighs lessened. Without realizing it, the tension in my body evaporated and I was limp in the sling.

"Fuck faggot, you're even tighter than I thought," he said.

I blinked away water from my eyes, hiding my secret behind why taking his cock was so hard.

His hands clutched my shoulders and dug down for support so his face was towering over me. I stared up at this man, his glorious thick beard inches from my wet lips, his eyes arched and focused on his cock currently over half a foot deep inside my ass.

Then, he clenched and began to thrust. I gasped open my mouth as hot overwhelming sensations of ecstasy filled me. My moans were both pain and pleasure at the same time. His thrusts were so deep and hard that there was no way my body could handle it. Yet each stab hit something deep inside me I didn't even know I had, and a warm, edging burst of hedonism exploded out.

"Oh god," I said, my words slurring.

"Yeah, take it you fucking slave," Henry said through grunts. "This ass is mine now."

He thrust faster. I squealed like a pig and arched my back, sending my chiseled hairless abs outward on display. My locked cock was bulging in its cage, but I realized I hadn't even thought about wanting to touch it. I just wanted Henry's cock to keep slamming deep in my ass.

"Please Sir, don't stop," I said begging.

"There no way in hell I will faggot," he snarled. "You're not getting out of this." My whole body was slamming again and again against the door from the force of him.

His rhythm increased to dangerous speeds. The noises coming out of my mouth weren't words anymore. I'd been reduced to indecipherable moans. High pitched like a girl getting railed. Each slam of his cock sending a message down my spine. I was no man. I was a faggot. I was a slave. I was his slave.

"You love this faggot?" Henry asked. His eyes were growing wide and spit was falling to my chest from him mouth uncontrollably.

I tried to speak, but couldn't. So I nodded, kept nodding. That hot feeling right inside me, it was like he was jerking off my cock without even touching it. What was that? It was like a drug.

Henry let out a primal yell then put his full weight on me, and in an instant doubled the speed of his thrusts. For a second my brain couldn't process what was happening it was so much. Then it all hit me and I realized my cock was getting ready to shoot. I clutched my arms against the restraints as hard as I could to try and touch him.

"Sir, Sir!" I tried to say in desperate panic, but wasn't sure it was even words. Henry looked down and gleamed like I was his caught rabbit.

"What faggot?!" he yelled, never slowing.

"Cum, I'm gonna, cum, Sir-"

"Enough. I'm your Master- Beg your Master to cum!"

He was hitting that spot so fast there was only seconds I could hold back my cum.

I screamed out the words.

"Please Master may your slave cum?!"

"Cum, slave."

I felt my cock convulse from its metal prison and then the most violent orgasm of my life exploded out of me. My screams filled the room. Every moment, Henry didn't slow down.

As my orgasm slowed, I was panting, my whole body twitching from being utterly drained. I looked up, and Henry was covered in sweat staring down at me with focused eyes. A drop of sweat hit my chest and I realized my job was not over in the slightest.

"Beg for my cum," Henry said.

"Please Master cum in my hole," I said. "I need your cum inside me Master."

"Yeah?" he said, voice vibrating throughout the room.

"I need you to own my hole, Master."

He slammed his cock so hard into my hole the wind was knocked out of me as I felt loads of cum shoot inside. As I looked up at him, an expression pure pleasure was on his face like I had never seen before. He looked truly alive.

After a few minutes of calming down, Henry took me out of the restraints and carried me to foot of the sofa. I lay there and watched as he sat back and relaxed before tossing me a box of tissues to clean the massive cum streaks on my chest.

"So boy," he said with a sigh of satisfaction. "You don't take cocks like that, huh?"

I held my tongue. How could I tell him that his cock was the first I'd ever taken? Plenty of other guys had wanted to fuck me, but I had turned them all down. It was my standards. I was always waiting for the perfect guy with 10/10 looks, 4.0 GPA, rich family, ask me out, before I would let them get my hole. But Henry... he was none of those. And yet I had given my virginity to him anyway.

He waited for a response, but just nodded at my silence. "We'll just have to get your hole used to cocks like mine."

He got up and walked to the kitchen. I stared at his sweaty, naked body like it was a sacred sight. As he returned with a beer in his hand and was about to sit down, I couldn't help the lump in my throat.

"Is it okay that I was a virgin?" I asked.

Henry stopped and looked at me. Then, a half smirk appeared on his face. "Not sure your definition of virgin given how many pics of facials I've seen," he said gently teasing.

"I meant... you know."

He nodded, face hard. "Yes slave," he said. "I've fucked gaping holes and I've fucked virgins. Yours was up there with the best."

I stared at the T.V. so he wouldn't see the corny smile that refused to leave my face. When I was finally okay to turn back, his phone was pointed at me taking photos. I froze, self-conscious and suddenly worried of what he was going to use them for.

"Arch your back a bit more," he said, taking a sip of beer.

"What are gonna do with that?" I asked.

"What I want, faggot. Now arch your fucking back," he said with a bark.

I remembered who was the Master and who was the slave, and arched my back like a porn star. A click of the camera, and Henry smiled.

We sat for a few more minutes, him on the couch and me on the floor, before he inspected my cage one last time and sent me off. That night, I stared down at my chastity cage, realizing with creeping dread that if I could cum with it on... what was the reason for Henry to ever take it off?

Walking into football practice I had a pep to my step and was ready to finally show Coach I was first team material -- quarterback specifically. But strangely, everyone was looking at me like I had just farted.

In a stomach dropping run, I checked in the mirror that there was no way my chastity was showing. No, just like normal. Still, it was like snickers of laughter followed behind my back the whole morning.

I ran up to Malcolm, my second team running back as we did our morning jog. "Malcolm, what's up with everyone today?"

"Oh... You should probably ask your first team mates that," Malcolm said with a huff, and sped ahead.

"Wait up!" I yelled and double-timed it to catch up.

Sure, we weren't spending as much time together, but Henry was helping me improve and Coach was putting me on first team during scrimmages against my will... And I realized Malcolm didn't know any of that.

"Do you even care about second team anymore?" Malcolm asked. "You're gonna have to make a choice -- us, or them."

"I'm second team, for life," I said. "We're gonna replace all of first team and play for real. Now please, what is going on?"

Malcolm slowed down enough to pause and think. Then, he nodded. "Fine. There's... rumors about you. That's all I know." And with that, he took off.

I slowed to a stop as my heart pounded. Rumors?

Swirling panic followed me in a cloud as we did our drills. I thought I heard whispers of words: "Should've known", "Fruit case", "Freak". When it was my turn to run a drill, a burly first team guy behind me whispered in my ear "Gracious of you to wear clothes today." On the first obstacle I nearly face planted in the mud.

During scrimmage when I was on the bench I turned to two guys whispering and gripped them by their jersey's. "What the fuck is everyone saying?" I said, trying to make my voice match Henry's low demanding treble.

They shook me off. "Look," the first guy said. "There's a picture of you, supposedly. That someone from first team has. It's... compromising."

"Hilarious more like," the second guy said. "Join the maid's club, not the football team."

"Thanks," I nodded, too horrified to say anything else. I stared at the grass and felt my world crumbling. And remembered who on first team had taken a photo of me just last night.

In the locker room, I waited until Henry was alone and walked up to him. In my head I visualized screaming at him and slamming his face into the locker. But as I walked up to him, my vision was blurred as tears took over my eyes.

"Did you leak that photo of me, Master?" I asked through my tears.

He stopped changing and his eyes grew wide in concern. Both his hands cupped my shoulders and he pushed me to a corner of the locker room. Then, he stared me dead in my eyes. "No," he said. It was short, and powerful, and beyond a shadow of a doubt, honest.

"Okay," I said, nodding. "But you heard that there's a photo of me going around?"

"Yes. I haven't seen the photo, so tell me who you think is doing this." he asked.

I tried to think, and my heart split when I realized how many it could be. The gymnast who put me in predicament bondage. The guy that played with my nipples and demanded I take a photo in exchange for mine. The countless guys I'd sent pics to on Grindr. And those were just the start.

"Boy, focus." Henry snapped his fingers.

"I don't know," I said. I felt my chest rise and fall faster and faster. This was it. My biggest fear was happening. My football career was ending and I was going to get off the team and-

A slap across my face brought me back to reality. Henry's deadly calm face was staring right at me. An island in the storm of my mind.

"I will fix this for you," he said.

I bit my lip and nodded, trying to hold back tears.

"Now: who have you been with that's taken a photo of you?" he asked, slowly but demanding.

I listed all of them out. Then showed him all the men on Grindr. Henry scrolled through the messages, then sat down on the bench and thought.

"Alright. I'll need to take your phone."

"How will I know when you've solved this?"

A devilish smile appeared on his face. "Good point, slave. I have a better idea."

And my big mouth was how, instead of taking my phone, Henry took me to his dorm room. He stripped me naked, took out rope and tied my hands and feet so that I was seated immobile facing the wall, then took out a gag.

"And this is going to help stop the blackmail?" I asked with a whimper.

He stopped and stared down at me before laughing in my face. "Oh, no. This is just because I wanted to tie you up."

I screamed until the gag was forced around my mouth and all my yells turned to muffles.

Hours lost all meaning as I was forced to stare at the wall like I was in time out. Gagged and bound naked. Finally, Henry's rough hands ripped the gag out.

"I found our blackmailer and he's agreed to meet me," he said.

I wanted to scream Fuck you to him for the stunt of tying me and leaving me like that. But then I realized all that time I was staring at the wall, was time he was spending to help me. With problems I had caused myself by being a faggot.

"Thank you Master," I said, staring into his gorgeous brown eyes.

We went to an empty gymnasium after hours. The lights came on in a dim fluorescent beige that illuminated the huge empty space.

"He wanted you to come too," Henry said. "Just stay right there and let the real man solve this."

I nodded. I was behind Henry, my chest tight as I waited to see who it was. In my mind I already knew and hated myself. It was that "Dom" that had played with my nipples then took a picture of me begging like a dog. I had been so stupid to do that.

From the opposite end, the door opened, and a figure emerged. My breath froze. It wasn't that "Dom". Or the gymnast. Or anyone I'd thought. It was a man I hadn't even known had taken a photo of me. Walking in was the thug who had bullied me, trashed my room, spanked me, and refused to let me take a photo of myself. His thick metal chain glinted in the dim light. This was the guy who had leaked a photo?!

"Gross, little weirdo's got a hairy monkey as a body guard," he said.

Henry walked over to him, each footstep echoing in the empty gymnasium. They met in the middle. "Pretty necklace you got," Henry said.

The thug looked down at his chain and bit his lip in offense. Then collected himself and laughed a little too loudly.

"What, bitch lost his voice?" he called over to me. "Need me to trash your shit for you to feel calm?"