[SUMMARY TO NOW: Struggling star college footballer Asher has made the ultimate deal with the cruel Dom, Henry: become his sex slave in exchange for Henry improving his football skills. Will Asher learn to obey his new Master, and how much exactly has he gotten himself into?]
Chapter 4
Down on the college dorm room floor I stared up at Henry: the man I had just agreed to become a slave to, the man who had catfished me, facefucked me, who was on the rival football squad I was fighting to join, and I questioned if it was worth taking this insane gamble to become his slave in exchange for him improving my football. I felt a sick chill down my spine as Henry revealed the mysterious object behind his back that was supposedly the key to all this. It reflected the light of the room, polished and well-maintained.
A strange, hard and silver cylindrical object with a ring on one end was held in his hand. I had never seen anything like it before. At the top of it looked like there was a keyhole, but I had no idea what this device could lock, as it seemed too small for anything valuable.
"Do you know what this is, slave?" he asked in his deep commanding voice, staring down at my crotch.
"No," I said.
His foot swung to me and I yelped in pain as he kicked my chest. "You refer to me as 'Sir' or 'Master' now. Got that boy?"
Fuck, what had I gotten myself into? "Yes Sir," I said with gritted teeth.
"This is going to be your new best friend," Henry said. "Say hello to your chastity cage."
"Chastity cage?" I asked. Wasn't that like, a medieval thing? I stared at the tiny metal cylinder, and my eyes grew wide once I realized where he thought he was going to put that. "My cock is way too big for that," I said.
Henry knelt down and with his beefy hands massaged the windpipe of my neck. Instantly I stiffened as airflow went from a sure thing to a question of his mood. "That little nub of yours will fit just fine in here," he said, wigging the tiny cage in front of my eyes. "If anything, this is a size too big. But extra small was all they had."
I tried to get my neck free from his grasp, but that just made his grip tighter and air flow less. "There's no way you think this can help with my game," I said.
His fingers crushed down and I coughed as the air stopped. "What were you missing faggot?" he asked in a low rumble.
"... Sir," I hacked out.
He eased up. I took huge breaths in.
"I'm not doing it," I said. I felt like an idiot, believing even for a minute Henry could help me when this had obviously just been a way to humiliate me even more.
"You think it won't help your game? Right now, you don't play with enough force. You can run away with the ball, but you're selfish. If you want to get on first team, you need to ten-fold improve your teamwork and intensity."
He let go of my neck, as I lost myself in thought. I hated to admit how right he was. Watching the game Saturday made me realize how little I focused on anyone other than myself. I felt his arms strip my clothes off me before I realized what was happening.
"Wait, I- stop!" I said, snapping back to the dorm room. By then, Henry was ripping off my underwear and I was completely nude in front of him. He got back up and sat down on the sofa, putting his feet up as he stared down at me.
"The chastity cage forces you to stop jerking off your pathetic cock," Henry said, grabbing his beer and starting to drink it again. "Which will make you pent up, denied, and horny, hornier than you've ever been in your life."
"Won't that just distract me from football... Sir?" I asked.
He snickered, and stared at my cock. "It's true that for normal guys, real men, they might be distracted by thinking about pounding girls and ass. But you, you're not a real man at all, are you? So all you'll be thinking about is getting on your knees and servicing all your sweaty teammates around you."
I imagined walking the locker room after a game as my teammates changed out of their knee-high socks, their shoulder pads, their cups. My cock began to twitch and Henry caught every movement with hilarity.
"All that fantasizing of service will make you do anything for them. Off the field, but more importantly on the field. Which will improve your teamwork you so sorely lack."
Why did his words make my cock so hard? I stood up and turned around so Henry wouldn't see the plum red of my face.
"Already showing off your ass to me?" Henry asked, a sadistic grin in his words.
"Okay, even if a cage makes me a better team player..." I said. "Turning me submissive can't improve my intensity."
"What do you think will happen when all that testosterone gets bottled up with no release?" Henry asked. "Even a faggot like you will need an outlet."
I didn't want to believe him. It would be so much better if he wasn't making sense. Yet his words were drawing me in like bees to honey. I turned back to him and his eyes penetrated my chest.
"I'm... sorry for doubting you Sir," I said, staring at the ground and face burning with shame. "Please- Please lock my cock up, Sir." It was like he never had any doubt.
"Lie face up on my bed, boy."
I complied and waited with nothing but my thoughts and doubts. When Henry returned, he had the cage in one hand and a drinking cup in the other. From the cup he took out ice and placed it on my hard cock. I writhed in pain but he pressed down on me. "You choose when this pain ends. Get that useless boner down."
I nodded and bit down on my lip. It took three ice cubes melting before my cock was fully soft and tears nearly falling down my face.
Henry then put the metal ring one ball at a time around my sack. It felt cool and tight against my skin. After lubing up the metal cage, he slowly guided the cage from my cock head all the way to the base of my stomach. Each time it touched my foreskin a strange, eerie countdown went off in my head.
Finally, he took a key and put it into the locking mechanism. As he began to turn, I wanted to scream for him to stop, that I had changed my mind. To please just let me cum one more time. But then- click.
The key exited the lock. And as if to rub it in, Henry tugged on the cage twice to show it was fully stuck to me now before letting go.
I stared down at my cock. Or, what was formally my cock. What now was a metal cage symbolizing the place I used to freely touch, freely experience sexual satisfaction, now locked away. With a key that, with nauseating realization, I couldn't access in any way.
"You'll unlock me if I ask, Sir?"
Henry patted my chest. "Don't worry," he said. "I don't listen to faggots."
My heart beat fast as he got me off the bed. I put my clothes on in a daze, and began to walk out the door.
"Wait," he said. I turned. He was standing by the bedroom door. "After all I've done to help you, you're just gonna walk off without paying your tax?"
"Tax?"
He pointed me to the ground in front of him. I gingerly walked over. My wallet had like, three dollars in it, so part of me was looking forward to seeing the disappointment on his face. I opened my mouth to ask again when he pushed me down by the head to my knees, unzipped his pants, and slapped the full length of his cock against my face.
