[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.
