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.
