Bait and Switch

Previously:

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...

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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.

A twinge of anger appeared on his otherwise masked face. “If you never push my cock out, I’ll cover your face in cum just how you asked me.”

“Thank you,” I said with a gasp.

Then he got up, I opened my mouth, and he slammed his cock so hard down my throat my head crashed against the wall of the bathroom.

Everything happened in a blur of pain and cock. He used my throat like this was the last time anyone would use it. Like I was a disposable object he was about to throw in the trash. I gagged and thrashed and begged in my head for it to stop.

But each time I wanted to push away and stop the searing pain of his fat member violating me, I remember his demand. So I kept my mouth open as saliva poured out. As the thrusts got faster I felt his spit assault me, over and over again.

Then, without warning, he stuck it in and didn’t move. I panicked as I felt his cock twitch and knew cum was about to blast down my throat. In desperation I looked up at him with pleading eyes – if he didn’t paint my face with his cum all this was for nothing. He stared down at me with emotionless eyes.

“Don’t ever tell me what to do, pussy.”

Then, I felt the first blast shoot down my throat.

My stomach dropped. In an instant, he pulled out and coated my face with his cum. It mixed with his spit until my whole face was a canvas for his fluids. He rubbed his cock across my face one last time before stuffing it down my throat until I licked it clean.

I panted with haggard breath as I took the selfie.

“You have a Master… don’t you?” he asked, staring at my cage as he put on his clothes.

“Y-yes,” I said, staring at the floor.

He ogled my cum covered face. And for the first time, a hint of a smile appeared on his face. “He’s a lucky fuck,” he said. Then he turned and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom with his cum and spit as I heard the sink begin to run.

I stayed out that night, and was able to meet another guy, Elias, in his dorm room. My breath came easier as he stripped off his clothes to reveal a sculpted hairless body and he let me work my mouth up and down his cock. At first it seemed like he’d just wanted me to fuck him, but eventually he’d agreed to let me suck him off until he blew all over my face. 

His moans danced around the room as I worked my head faster. No hand forcing my head to his base, no violent thrusts gagging me.

He stopped me and gingerly took my shirt off. My pec muscles glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Leaning down, he took his fingers and caressed my nipples in circles. I let out a moan.

“There you go,” he said with a boyish smile. “You deserve this pleasure at least.”

“What about your cock?” I said through gasps. My nipples had never felt this sensitive before in my life. It was like now that my cock was locked up, all the nerves had moved there.

“Right. You should probably suck me off while I play with your gorgeous body.”

I nodded then plunged down on his cock with renewed vigor. The faster I worked my head, the faster he tweaked my nipples. The feedback loop was an addiction I couldn’t stop.

“Fuck-“ he moaned after a glorious session of this. He pulled out his cock and ripped down on my nipples at the same time. As he wrecked on my face, there was a split second I thought I was going to shot in my pants from the pleasure.

But it passed as he let go, and I cursed in agony and frustration. “God that felt good,” he said between pants. “Next time your cock is coming out, got that?”

I nodded, then took my phone out to take a picture.

“Wait, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice suddenly high pitched and fearful.

“Sorry,” I said. “May I please take a photo of your cum on my face?”

“No!” he said, shrieking like a schoolgirl. “What if word gets around about me?”

Fuck, this couldn’t be happening. Of all guys, he couldn’t be the one that was going to shut me down. And honestly, the way his voice had shot up, people could probably already guess.

“Please,” I said, looking up at him through the cum trails across my face. “I’ll do anything.”

He considered and tapped his toes. Then, the tapping stopped and he clasped his fingers together. “Fine. But if you’re taking this incriminating evidence of me, I want to take my own fun photo of you. So that way, we know neither of us can leak the other’s photo.”

I nodded. Fair enough, I suppose. “Let’s get you into position,” he said, smiling.

He moved me so I was staring with my face up, tongue out, and arms in a begging position like a dog. Then he put his cock next to my cum soaked face and snapped a photo.

After all that, I had earned my photo which barely featured more of him than his chest. Hardly equally ‘incriminating’.

I stayed up far too late on a high of trying to find the one last guy until I was free, but it seemed like every single guy was a cocksucker just like me. So I reluctantly collapsed asleep.

Football practice past in a blur – though the horniness made me numb to more pain than usual. I was doing more reps at the gym in a fraught attempt to attract someone, anyone to me. Every Grindr notification sent me into a tizzy. I exchanged three messages with a gray square that wanted to meet in my room. It was a bad idea, but I ran home and Mike wasn’t there. I sent the mystery man the address.

Thirty minutes later, a knock on the door. I answered and a gruff, thuggy man with chains around his neck and tattoos up his arm answered.

“Hi- hey,” I stammered.

He locked the door behind him without a word, eyes narrowed under brushy brows shifting around the room.

“Do you want to-“ I started.

“Strip idiot,” he said, and locked the door behind him.

I instantly realized this was not a man to fuck with. I got naked and stood with hands behind me, praying whatever punishment he decided to give I could take.

“What the fuck is that?” he asked, staring at my cage.

“A… chastity cage,” I said, face burning red. “So I don’t touch myself.”

“That’s fucking weird,” he said. He began to look up and down my room, opening drawers, and rummaging through my clothes.

“Hey, stop!” I said with anger.

“Chill out, loser. Just seeing if there's anything worth taking in this dump.”

“I didn’t say you could-“

“Shut up before you get hurt,” he said.

I closed my mouth. He kicked my bed sheet off the bed, and looked under it, taking out the storage containers and opening them up. He stopped at my backpack.

“Is this yours?” he asked. I nodded.

He grabbed the bottom and poured the contents out on the floor. My laptop fell with a hard crack and I winced. At Mike’s desk, he knocked over books to the floor. Then, he smiled.

“Finally,” he said. In his hands was a thick wooden ruler, which he slapped against his hands again and again with violent intensity. “Lie on the floor, ass up,” he said.

I stared at the demolished ground littered with my own belongings he had brutalized. There wasn’t even a clean space for me to lay. So I chose the torn off blankets, my head against week old trash. The man got down, and I felt the ruler against my ass.

Then, he whipped the ruler against my skin. I let out a howl of pain. Again, he spanked my ass. “Count,” he commanded in a strong bass voice.

“Two,” I said through my teeth.

He spanked the ruler against my cheeks again and again as the number kept getting higher. “Twenty eight….” “Thirty three…” “Forty seven…” There were sounds of him jerking his cock faster and faster the more anguished I screamed the number.

“Fifty!” I yelled.

Then, he pulled my head up off the ground and I stared up at him as he shot him load across my face.

“Thank you,” I said. He dropped my head to the ground.

I look for my phone amongst the mess and took it out, positioning my face to quickly take a selfie before he could say anything.

In the photo preview I saw his eyes narrow. Panicked, I clicked and a moment later he grabbed the phone from me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“It was just one photo,” I said.

“Fuck that,” he said. “You don’t get shit from me except cum and pain.”

“It’s just for me,” I said, and sat up. “I won’t show anyone.”

“I know you won’t,” he said. “Because I deleted it.”

No, this couldn’t be happening. I could talk him out of this, just like Elias. I had to talk him out of this.

“I just need a picture of my face and any part of you. Even your feet,” I said.

“Don’t push me,” he said.

“Please, please, please!” I said, begging. I moved up to take the phone from him.

His foot kicked and collided with my ballsack. Horrid shockwaves of pain were sent through me as I fell over and gasped.

“I said don’t push me you homo,” he said.

“Please,” I said. “You can kick me again, just let me take a photo of you with your cum on my face.”

He kicked my balls even harder. I cried out.

“I’ll do what I want,” he snarled. “And your homo ass won’t get shit for it.” He kicked again. I closed my eyes and felt my stomach twist in knots. I waited for another, but nothing came. I imagined him staring down at me mulling over how to brutalize me next. Then, hard metal collided into my stomach as the air knocked out of me, and I heard the door slam shut.

I opened my eyes. My phone had landed on my stomach. And he was gone.

After a few minutes, I got up, cleaned up, and dressed myself before assessing the damage of the room. It took over an hour, but I cleaned up after the man who had bullied me and made me beg for more of it. I sat down on my bed and sighed.

And then, I got a text from Henry. “Come to my room asap.”

I salivated and practically sprung from my bed as I sprinted across campus. He must have known somehow. That I had gotten my four facials and was going to let me free even though I only had three photos. Of course, he probably even knew the guy I had just met up with. I beamed as I knocked on the door, my cock throbbing against its cage.

“Come in, slave,” Henry said in his deep, full-bodied voice.

I was about to ask where the key was, when he pointed down. He was unzipping his pants. I jumped onto my knees and opened my mouth, ready for him to reveal the key. 

Instead, he forced his cock down my throat and began to lunge back and forth. I tried to scream in objection, but he was too thick for me to make any words come out. There was something about his familiar cock, the way his precum leaked in my throat, the heat of his stiff member, that made me just take it.

When he’d had enough, he pressed my head to his jungle of a bush and wads of cum shot down my throat.

“Good work slave,” he said, as his thick hands gripped my shoulder and dragged me up.

I eagerly waited, feet bouncing for my cock to be set free.

“What?” he asked, and his eyes narrowed.

“I got four cum facials,” I said. “I’m ready to be jerked off now.”

“Show me the pics, boy,” he said with an evil grin on his face.

“Oh, I only have three, but-“

“What did I ask of you, you stupid, fucking, faggot?” he said, each word growing lower and more noxious.

It was like my body grew smaller in the presence of his might. “I’m sorry Sir. I’ll get the last picture, Sir.” I knew I should flee, but my stupid cock made the next sentence flow out of my lips. “But why did you call me here?”

“Heh. I was horny and wanted to cum. You were the easiest mouth tonight.”

That was all I was to him. A to-order fleshlight. Something slightly more preferred than his own hand. One of who knows how many eager faggots ready to please this alpha of a man.

He sat down on the couch, and opened a beer as he pressed play on his latest game to review. “It’s time for you to go, slave.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, hot shame on my face as I left to jog back, every swallow reminding me of how stupid I was to think he’d let me out without fulfilling me end of the bargain.

I swung the door to my dorm room, my tiny dick struggling uselessly against its metal prison. Another night of agony. As I opened it, I saw my roommate Mike lying on his bed, staring up at his phone. Which was strange, he was usually out partying until later.

“Yo,” he said, not a trace of drunkenness in his voice. “You’re like, half a girl, right? Since you’re gay and all.”

Another day, another gay joke. “Girl troubles?” I asked, reminding myself I was being respectful to him now. Just by being a straight man, he was an alpha deserving of respect.

“These girls don’t know I’m a fucking catch!” he said, and threw his phone down. “What am I missing?”

He sat up and locked eyes with me. I took him in, his effortless swagger, his disheveled hygiene, his half-hearted eyes and goofy self-serious frown. With a nervous swallow, I realized that right now, I wouldn’t say no.

“Some girls like guys that are more… soft,” I said. “That act more like Prince Charming or a k-pop star, than a soldier.”

“That’s some bullshit,” he said. “I’m a fucking man. If they want that girly shit, they should date fags. No offense.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. He laughed and gestured me to walk over.

“I’m kidding!” he said through laughs. “You- come on, I didn’t mean it like that pretty boy. Smile for me.”

I sat down next to him and gave a cheesy smile to make him feel better. He slapped me on the back.

“There, good boy,” he said. “Look, just help me with my girl problems. I’m so fucking horny, just- look at this.”

He opened his phone. Naked woman staring back with their pussy’s full of cock filled his screen as he scrolled.

“Jesus, Mike,” I said. “When’s the last time you got any?”

“Fucking rude dick,” he said. “About three months ago, since you asked.”

I thought back to how bottled up I was from being unable to cum for only three days. “You need release,” I said. “It might clear your mind, make you more confident and less well… desperate.”

“You earned this ‘faggot’: you faggot,” Mike said and punched my shoulder. I massaged it. “Unless you know a cheap whore, I don’t know how you’re thinking I can do that.”

I didn’t. I looked at the ground, disappointed in myself for failing him.

“Wait…” Mike said, and stood up. He looked down at me, biting his lip. “I have a sleeping mask, and really good ear buds.”

My mind was at a blank for where he was going with this.

“Nevermind,” he said, and turned his back.

Suddenly, I realized what he had implied. If it had even been a week ago, this would have been fuel for me to ride his ass for the rest of the school year. My desperate horny roommate, so willing to get some that he’d asked me to blow him. But oh had the mighty fallen, because I got off the bed and got onto my knees and looked up at Mike. I was going to have to beg to make his pride agree to this.

“Please Mike,” I said. “I promise I won’t make a sound and it’ll be just like a girl was going down on you.”

“I don’t want a dude on my junk,” he said. “Forget it.”

“I’m really good,” I said. “Please Mike, I blow guys all the time. I’m pretty much a regular whore.”

“Really… How much of a whore?” he asked.

“You’ll be the fifth cock I’ve sucked this week,” I said.

“Wow…” he said, a smile creeping up on his face. “I knew you were gay, but never how much of a fucking slut you were. You must be good then…”

“I deepthroat, and never spit up. And all I ask is you give me a facial and let me take a photo of it.”

The bulge in Mike’s pants was visible by now. He was nodding his head and biting his lips.

“And… I’ll pay you,” I said. “All the cash in my wallet.”

“Fuck,” he said. “Let me get my shit.”

He rummaged on his nightstand as I got into position. In moments, he sat down, eyemask on and earbuds in with porn at full volume. I could hear woman moaning as he unzipped his pants. The smell of musk took over as soon as his rock-hard seven-inch cock sprung out of his underwear. My nose scrunched up, but I forced myself to open wide and go down.

I began to suck his cock back and forth. He was so hard. The smell of sweat and grim was so foul I couldn’t even guess when he’d showered last.

I couldn’t believe what I had agreed to do. This would change our roommate dynamics permanently. But this was the last facial I needed until Henry would unlock me. So I thrust my head faster and sucked up his musk as his moans filled the air.

His breath got tighter and tighter as his legs began to squeeze. I bobbed my head like the whore I was, desperate for him to climax.

He tasted so good on my lips as I worked. Going from the tip of his head all the way to his hairy base, his ball hairs inhaled into my nostrils. I felt my throat struggle to open up and make room for him as I gagged, but I didn’t slow down. I would make this the best blowjob this man had ever received no matter what it cost me.

“Okay, okay!” he cried out.

I took his cock and placed it right on my face as I stared at it twitching uncontrollably. In a second a huge moan filled the room. “Take that bitch!” he yelled and shot his load all over my face.

I felt pre-cum drip out my cock in ecstasy. After a minute or two, Mike zipped his cock back up and took the blindfold off. He stared down at me.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” he said in a breathy gasp.

“It was okay, right?” I asked.

“I’m gonna start calling your mouth a pussy. Take your photo,” Mike said.

I snapped the photo of my face covered in my straight roommate’s cum, his legs behind me.

“God, you look like a fucking idiot with my jizz smeared over you,” he said, shaking his head and laughing. “Can’t believe you actually get off on that shit.”

I stared down at the ground, realizing this image of me was going to be burned into his mind every time he saw me.

“I should probably clean it off then,” I said. “Stop looking like such a faggot.”

“Yeah, no offense but you’re a serious fucking faggot,” Mike said. I looked up and he grinned as he tossed me a tissue box.

I began to clean his cum off my face as he scrolled on his phone. My heart racing as I realized nothing was preventing me from going to Henry and getting unlocked. Once I was clean, I stood up and moved to the door.

“Hey Asher,” Mike said, stretching out on the bed. “Now that you’ve done this once, anytime I’m feeling it, you’re gonna slobber another load out of me again, okay?”

Great. In my desperation to cum, I had locked myself into being a cock slave to my smug frat boy roommate.

“I can’t really say no, can I?” I asked. If I said no, he could make my life a living hell. Besides, who was I, a faggot, to deny a real man pleasure?

“Nah, you really can’t,” Mike said with a toothy grin. “See you late, fag.”

“Thank you, Mike,” I said as I got up.

Once I had cleaned up, I texted Henry for approval to meet him then ran back over to his dorm room again. I arrived sweaty but motivated.

“Hello again, Asher,” he said, chuckling to himself. As he closed the door, he put out his hand for my phone. I handed it to him and he scrolled through the photos.

“Very good, boy. Do you think you deserve to cum now?”

“Please Sir. Please unlock me Sir,” I said, visions of his hand sending my cum coating the walls or even his tongue tortuously licking the head of my cock filling my brain.

A rumbling laugh from him filled the room, and he began to strip me of my clothes. Every touch of his fingers caused electricity. In moments, I was naked except for my cage. Then, he led me to the closed door of his bedroom, where four cuffs were attached by fabric to the top of the frame, as well as a thin leather seat. Was this where he’d milk me?

 “Welcome to your new prison,” he said. He took my hand and cuffed it to the highest restraint. I tried to pull away but the closed door prevented me from moving more than a foot.

Henry shoved me to the wall, and breathed down my neck. “Do you want this or not, slave?”

I gulped, then nodded yes. He cuffed my other waist, then grabbed my ass and lifted in like I was a toy until he placed me down on the leather seat. I was floating four feet off the ground and eye level to him. Then he cuffed my ankles so I was positioned with my ass exposed upwards.

He unzipped his pants, and his huge meaty cock came out already dripping. As it pressed against my hole, I tried to see where my key was, my desperate frustration peaking.

“Get ready boy,” he said in a deep growl. “This will hurt.”

“Wait,” I said in a high-pitched plea. “Please, Sir. You promised me you’d let me cum if I did what you say.”

Henry looked up and ran his fingers from my neck all the way down my exposed body.

“I did, didn’t I?” Henry asked, smirking like I was doing stand-up. “And I’m a man of my word.”

He stopped and rested his hand on the metal chastity cage locking my cock up.

“And I promise you slave,” he said. “What I am about to do will make you fucking blow all over yourself.”