Bait and Switch

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.

I held my breath and refused to open my lips. His fingers dug into my nose cutting off oxygen to force my mouth wide. I shoved his hairy legs to try and scramble away but with full force he kneed me right in the stomach. All the air burst out of my mouth in pain as his cock rammed down my throat. Then again and again as I gagged from his massive girth and length.

“Fag tax,” Henry said casually over my gags. “For wasting my time on you.”

“Y--o-u a---h---l-!” I tried to yell but just caused spit to ooze down my mouth.

“I think you got something in your mouth,” Henry said. “How’s this?” He thrust even deeper. I gagged and saliva covered his cock.

A strange sharp pain came from my cock. I wanted to see what it was but couldn’t move my head down an inch. All I could do was focus on Henry’s huge cock. All the irrepressible thoughts that came rushing into my mind as I took him. How good he tasted. How much I missed his cock. How badly I wanted to cum with him inside me.

He kept going faster and faster. I was forced to close my eyes and take it like a bitch. Fuck, I needed him in my ass.

“You ready to pay up?” Henry asked in a deep growl. I wanted to squeal yes.

Shots of his cum wrecked my throat as he let out a carnal yell of pleasure. Slowing his thrusts until he pulled out. Then softly patting my cheeks as he looked down at me.

“Good slave,” he said.

Even though my cage swung with each step, even though my shirt had spit stains, I glowed as I jogged home from his words.

That night though, I was back to wishing I’d never met Henry. Every hour it seemed I’d wake up from horrible pain as my cock fruitlessly tried to get a hard-on and then met the cage. This better actually work, I grumbled to myself.

Practice was the first test. I kept looking around at the other guys, kept feeling like they’d know somehow what I was hiding. The cage felt awkward and tight like one wrong move and I’d rip my own balls off. During the cones and cuts drill I was so worried about moving the wrong way for my cage it was like I was walking on eggshells. “Scared of stepping on a daisy?!” Coach Tillman screamed at me.

During break, I stomped up to Henry talking with some of his first-team at the locker room. “I need this off, now!” I whispered to him.

He looked at me like he was about to sock my face in. Then turned to his mates. “Excuse me for a sec.”

He guided me to a quiet part of the locker room. My heart raced at knowing he was going to take the key out of his pocket. Then, he turned, gripped my nipple and dug in like he was going to tear it off.

“Faggot, what are you to call me?”

“Sir-… We were around other people!” I said, trying to get away from the pain.

“Does it look like I give a fuck you stupid fucking shit stain?”

“No Sir!”

He let go of my nipple and I gasped as the pain eclipsed, then he tramped away. “Wait!” I cried back. I was still locked. He didn’t stop. Fuck, he was really going to make me say it.

“Sir!” I said as loudly as I dared. I closed my eyes and prayed from our corner no one heard.

“Good boy,” Henry’s voice reached my ears, and I opened my eyes. He was smiling at me.

“What about… I said to unlock me Sir.”

He rolled his eyes like I was a kid asking for candy. “Silly slave. Thinking I’d take orders from a faggot.”

I whimpered. For the first time in my life, I actually whimpered.

And what was even worse, Henry’s eyes lit up with delight. “But if you can’t help yourself, come to my dorm tonight and I might let you out… For a few minutes.”

The rest of practice went just as bad. Even Malcolm asked what was wrong. At night I lay in bed staring at my useless cock, fighting with my pride not to give in to Henry.

But I found myself at Henry’s door, stripped naked, and placed on the bed by Henry as he inspected me. I forced myself to ignore my cock fighting against my cage and repeated in my mind I’ll do anything to get my cock free again.

Finally, he unlocked my cock. It instantly went hard and I moaned in excitement. He lifted my cock up and precum nearly burst out from the touch. Another minute of touching my balls. Lubing up my cage, the rings…. Wait…

“Okay, everything looks safe,” Henry said with a nod. He got a cup and pulled out an ice cube.

“Wait, what about cumming?” I asked, my voice cracking like I was still in high school.

He laughed. “Fuck, I love how stupid you are. How are you going to get used to a cage if I let you do that?”

I nearly cried.

After another torturous icing, my cock was locked again. I was still naked on the bed, crossing my arms and staring at the wall.

“That little whimper was cute today,” Henry said as he rubbed my hole with his fingers. “I think you should beg more.”

I lay in silence and refused to say anything. Begging was not something I did. As someone who dedicated their life to having a sculpted, perfect body, guys begged to get in my pants, not the other way around.

“Boy,” Henry said his voice lowering with danger. “Beg to have my cock in your ass.”

“But we both know you already want it,” I said. “Sir,” I added before a punishment I knew would come.

“Really?” Henry asked.

“I became your slave because I wanted your help, not because I needed your cock.”

I felt Henry’s body on top of me, his thick cock against my hole. I bit my lip to prevent a moan from escaping. I was still so, so horny from being denied.

“Your bratty act is getting old real fast,” he said with rancor. “Especially for a slut who’s leaked every time I’ve forced my cock down its throat.”

I wanted to lunge at him, to scream at him to let my cock out. I could use the safe word, but I remembered how I felt last time I used it, and something deep, deep inside me knew when I’d actually need it. So I would just have to hurt him another way.

“You need me to beg because you still can’t believe a stud like me would fuck last season’s star of ‘My 600 Pound Life.’ Especially when I’m not even sure I’d notice when you stick it in.”

In an instant I was airborne, then slammed face first down on the bed. The air knocked out of me. A whiz, and then I shrieked in pain as Henry’s palm struck my ass-cheek with a force that should’ve belonged to a hammer.

And then again on the opposite side, and then again, and then again. I lifted my head to cry louder but he pressed his rancid foot to my face and buried my head in the pillow. The smell of sweat and musk sunk into my brain as his calloused toes pushed against my soft nose. All I could see was darkness and all I could feel was pain.

Slap after slap hit, each building the intensity. I begged in my head for him to stop. My words had been lies, every one. Said just to hurt. And now he was hurting me back. For a moment it clicked, that this was punishment. That I deserved this. The next slap sent a tear down my face, and I nodded, Thank you Sir.

Another slap, and then another. I was crying into the pillow. This was the worst pain I’d felt, maybe in my life. If this kept going, I knew I had to say the safeword. For real this time.

Henry pulled my head up by my hair. “Beg for me to stop,” he snarled in my ear.

“Please Sir, please stop,” I said, squealing.

“Beg louder!” he screamed in my ear.

“Please Sir let this faggot off easy!” I yelled.

He dropped me to the bed. I took breath after breath waiting for the next slap to come but it never did. Finally, I rolled over and saw Henry look down, phone screen pointed to me.

On the screen was a picture of me, naked with my ass rose red. Pockets of purple were visible that I was sure would bruise.

Henry took the phone and walked off. My body was too used for me to do anything but lie helpless. In a minute, he came back with a tube and squirted something onto his fingers which he began to rub onto my ass. I tensed and pulled away due to the stinging pain.

“Slut, relax. I need to apply cream so it heals easier,” Henry said.

Oh. Once I forced myself to obey, I realized how soothing the aftereffect was.

“Wow. That feels really nice, Sir.”

“You need to be able to run tomorrow, boy.”

I sighed in contentment. Henry continued to apply the cream with surprising care, rubbing it in like a massage.

“So, my cage will get easier with time?” I asked.

“It will,” Henry said. “Even tomorrow it should be easier.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you aren’t the first bitch I’ve tamed.”

For some reason, that made me a little sad. Of course, he had done this before. With Ezekiel, he’d told me. But was I just another checkmark to him?

“I don’t waste my time though,” Henry said. “If I chose you, it’s because I want you out of everyone else.”

I turned to Henry and looked into his deep brown eyes, unable to hide my smile. Something in me was special to him. Truly special to this one-of-a-kind man.

For a moment staring into his eyes, I wanted to beg for him to let me take his cock in my ass. But I swallowed my thought, and looked down at my ass.

“Any time you disobey me,” he said in his resonant tone. “I will put you in your place.”

“Yes Sir.”

“And if you’re ever wanting to cum again, it’s going to be hell for you.”

My ears perked up at the word “cum”. I sat up and nodded my head up and down which made him chuckle as he pushed my face back down onto the bed with those large hairy arms of him.

“You have an ego problem, slave. You think just because your body is chiseled or your quarterback of the team, you’re worthy of worship. But I know what you really are. What are you boy?”

He looked down at me with his piercing brown eyes narrowed to attack. I felt my throat close up and my body get small.

“I’m nothing Sir. I’m… your slave Sir.”

“That right boy. You’re nothing. You’re a whore. Desperate for cock to take up the ass and throat. You know how common bottoms like you are? When I go to a gay bar it might as well be a cock sucker convention. Think about how rare it is to find a real men like me who actually dominates. And you have the nerve to think you can turn down those gentlemen.”

I thought back to my experience searching for a Dom before Henry. The endless sifting of profiles like me, guys begging to suck cock, get dicked down, be tied up. I was just another one of those whiny voice, but Henry had let me service him. He had let me become him slave.

“So my little faggot wants to cum from his useless cock so bad, huh?” Henry sneered with a smirk.

Please Sir, I whispered in my mind as my dick fought its cage in shame.

“Alright,” Henry said. “Sucks off four other guys and take a photo of them with their cum on your face. Once you do that, and proven you’re of service to men, I’ll let you cum.”

I sat up in shock at his demand. Blowing four strangers was bad enough… But how was I supposed to do it with my cage on? I’d have to stay clothed or they’d know just what type of man I was.

“Please Sir, what if they see me in the cage?”

“That sounds like a faggot problem,” Henry said with a yawn, and gestured for me to get off the bed.

I stood up and put my clothes on, more denied and frustrated than when I had arrived. As I walked to the door, a disappointed tisk made me stop and realize my mistake.

Turning back, I saw Henry with his bulging arms clasped in disapproval and his toes tapping. Fuck. I had forgotten.

I walked back to him, ready to plead for forgiveness. “Please Sir,” I said, but he just pointed to the ground.

“Time to pay your fag tax,” he said as he began to unzip his pants. “And just so you know, this definitely will not count as one of your four.”