Recap:
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 gets tied naked to Henry's doorframe and fucked until he blows handsfree. The next day, a rumor swirls at football practice about Asher. Henry finds the blackmailer, and fucks him into submission for Asher. Asher devotes himself fully to Henry in gratitude, and goes to a first team sex party as the cumdump. However, Jonathan shows up, the one person Asher refuses to submit to...
Chapter 8
“You have the stupidest look on your face,” Jonathan said, sneering.
“Sir!” I said, feeling panic rise. “Please, you said Jonathan wouldn’t-“
Henry leaned down to my ear. “Be a good slave and don’t make a scene.”
“Please Sir, but you said- I wouldn’t- He wouldn’t be here!”
Henry’s laugh rumbled in my ear.
“I said you won’t have to worry about Jonathan. So don’t worry and let him fuck that hole of yours.”
I turned to face Henry, stare him in his eyes. He was grinning from ear to ear with a satanic pleasure I’d only seen a few times before. My eyes trailed down to his jeans… Fuck. His jeans were stained through with pre-cum.
I was so, so fucked.
Jonathan’s clean cut, chiseled face sneered at me, as he began to unbutton his jeans. “What did you say to me again?”
“Please Sir,” I looked up at Henry, trying to keep tears from my eyes. “Please don’t let him fuck me.”
“Oh right,” Jonathan said. Under his jeans were filthy, unwashed boxers. He pulled them down, revealing a glistening, rock hard cock. And then held the putrid boxers out to me as he walked over. I could smell the musk, rank, and sweat compound as it got closer.
“Please, please Sir!” I said, pleading to Henry. My heart was beating so fast it felt like I could faint.
Henry’s smile just grew wider.
Jonathan held the boxers over me. “You said the only thing I was better at was cleaning up your piss stains. Funny, huh?” With a single motion, Jonathan shoved the boxers into my mouth. I gagged and screamed into them, trying to spit them out.
Henry put his hand over my mouth with one hand, and stroked his cock with his other. I fought against the rope with all my strength. Cold footsteps echoed across the party room as strangers’ eyes stared down at me.
The feeling of fingers invading my ass made me look down. Jonathan was opening me again, a wicked grin on his face.
“Please Master!” I tried to scream, but the gag took it.
“What’s the problem, little fag? You loved this just a minute ago,” Jonathan snickered as he penetrated me with his hand. Hoots came from anonymous men watching.
I shook my head, feeling tears come. My chest was beating faster and faster.
“I’m gonna destroy that ass of yours,” Jonathan said. “Completely own you. Until you can’t even look me in the eyes.”
I met Henry’s eyes. Begging. Pleading him.
He took his hand off his cock. And tied a piece of rope around my head, keeping Jonathan’s filthy underwear in my mouth like a gag.
“You think you have a choice?” Jonathan said. “This is happening. Your Master wanted this.”
He did. I couldn’t get out of this. Jonathan stuck another finger in my hole – deeper. Pulled out. Deeper. The more I thrashed, the more the ropes seemed to tighten. It was like the laughter from the men watching was echoing in my brain. Cold sweat covered my naked body. Pulled out. Deeper.
Tears were falling down my face and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I felt broken in half and the next touch would crumble me to pieces. I couldn’t. Please, God please, I couldn’t.
Henry knelt down to me as I screamed into the gag.
“Shhh there. Listen to me, okay?” His voice was steady, firm, deep. But I didn’t care. I screamed again, to who or what I didn’t even know anymore.
Henry placed a hard hand on my shoulder. “I said. Listen. And maybe you’ll learn something. Here’s a secret – Jonathan is not going to fuck you.”
I stopped my screaming. And turned to Henry, tears blurring my vision.
“Not unless I say so. No one touches you unless I say so. I’ll fucking kill anyone who does.”
I tried to swallow. It sounded like truth.
“This is your choice. Always has been.”
I began to blink away the tears.
“So you have to decide, right here, right now. Do you want to grow? Or do you want to fall? Because letting Jonathan in is the last step to you becoming who you were meant to be. I’ve seen you grow these past few months. And it’s been astounding. A faggot like you – that’s rare. But you have this hold-up that’s stopped you. I’ve been trying to break it since we met. Your pride.”
I tried to understand and comprehend his words. Were they true, or just sweet nothing to convince me to do yet another depraved act? With the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t respond with questions.
“The only way you’re going to make first team is if you let go of that pride. And Jonathan is the last step. So, you can walk away. We can end all this. One shake of your head and I’m carrying you out.”
It sounded so tempting. And, in my heart of hearts, I knew he’d do it. My mind flashed back to when I said “red” that night we almost had anal. How he immediately stopped like a switch had been flicked.
“Or you stare up and fucking take it.”
I was going to shake my head. I was done. He must have known that. That this was my limit – my only limit. I had to have something, just one thing, to hold onto to prove I was more than just a cock obsessed faggot. I moved my head to shake-
But then I thought back again to that night I said “red”. How I immediately regretted it. How I begged to have Henry take me back. How I had known, deep inside, even as I was doing it, that I was just lying to myself. That I was just pretending to be a man.
I stared up at the ceiling, and didn’t move a muscle.
Henry’s eyes gleamed with fire. He stared up at Jonathan.
“Start fucking this faggot.”
Jonathan laughed a short, dismissive huff. “Don’t gotta tell me twice.”
I watched, as the one man I swore I would dominate over began to stick his thick, throbbing cock inch by inch into my gapping, bound hole.
Every thrust, every movement, I moaned, unable to stop the ecstasy from escaping my lips. Fuck, why did this feel good? Why did it have to feel so good?
“Damn, you weren’t lying when you said he was tighter than a virgin,” Jonathan said.
Finally, Jonathan was fully inside me. My asshole quivered with the fullness of his cock. He looked me right in the eyes, then shook his head. “You really are nothing but a set of holes,” Jonathan said.
Then he pulled out to the tip before pulling my body all the way back to his. I gasped in pain at his power as he manhandled me. It was so deep, so aggressive. And just like Henry, he was hitting that spot deep inside me that felt better than even stroking my cock.
His chest heaved and sweat began to glisten down his chiseled physique as he pumped me again and again. My hole gaped at the force of his cock. I could feel every ridge, every vein of his massive cock as it repeatedly slammed my hole like it owned me. In that moment, it did. I looked up at Henry, gasping through the gag in bliss.
Henry’s gaze was firey glee. He gripped the gag and began to untie it. Unable to help myself, words began to spill out of my mouth.
“Fuck- thank you Sir, that feels so fucking good.” I gasped each word, my mouth practically drooling from Jonathan owning my ass.
Jonathan gripped my ass tighter, his fingers digging into my bubble butt. “Tell me how lucky you are to be fucked by me.”
My face burned red with humiliation. For a minute, I wanted to spit in his face. But goddammit, why was I such a faggot? It was like the very fact that it was humiliating made my body yearn to do it. I knew how much Jonathan would use those words against me. Which made me crave saying them like nothing in my life.
“I’m so lucky to be fucked by a real man like you,” I said, feeling each word like lead. My cock began to leak in its cage.
“Good boy,” Henry said. “Here’s a little reward.”
My mouth was filled by Henry’s mammoth cock. I gagged as he sunk it all the way to his base, his sweet pre-cum like honey. I melted into his cock as he proceeded to face fuck me. Jonathan sped up at the site, and all at once both my holes were filled by brutal tops eager to use me like the cum rag I was.
My back arched in ecstasy at the two cocks slamming into me. Henry’s tasted so good, his familiar musk and heat. Jonathan’s was so different, so cruel and calculating with the way it hammered me. I needed both. I needed to fulfill both men’s desires perfectly.
All my senses were overwhelmed by cock. I needed them. I needed them. Each moment threatened to break me in half. Yet I wished to stay like this forever.
Glimpses of other men – some I recognized as first team, some total strangers – passed through my view in a daze. My chest was felt up by unknown hands. I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Couldn’t say anything with a mouthful of cock destroying my throat. Couldn’t grab them away with every limb tied down. They probed my muscles, tweaked my nipples. I gasped out – Henry’s hand gripped my neck and forced my focus. Their words reached my ear – fag. Slut. Cumdump. Oh god. My cock strained against its cage so hard it felt like it would burst.
The pressure in my cage kept building as Jonathan’s member thrust over and over. Henry’s throat fuck increased to dangerous speeds. I felt his base stiffen and knew he was getting ready to blow.
“BEG,” Henry commanded.
I tried to moan out anything, but his cock covered my mouth, every part of my brain was firing at 11.
Wads of cum painted my throat as he shot. I craved it. I needed it. I swallowed every drop like water.
“Get off him,” Henry snarled. The other men took their hands off me. Then, he pulled out and gripped my head so I was forced to stare at Jonathan. He had a dangerous look.
“Say it. That I’m the superior man,” Jonathan snarled. I trembled, my body at its absolute limit.
“You’re the superior man,” I said, giving into him. Each thrust of his cock breaking my will more and more.
“That I’m the superior quarterback.”
I paused. “Please-“
Jonathan pulled me closer. I moaned with pleasure. “Don’t pretend like you have dignity now, slut.”
I felt my cock bulging against its cage. It wanted me to degrade myself. To give in. To let him take my pride and shatter it with his manhood and leave me broken. The room spun and my vision blurred as he rutted into me harder and harder. Desperate, cooing moans escaped my lips with each thrust of Jonathan’s like he was fucking each one out of me. I was drowning in his power, in him taking me and owning me.
I was so close. The pressure in my cage was so close to exploding.
“Admit it!” Jonathan said, piercing my prostate again and again with his deep thrust. My own cock pulsed in its cage with his rhythm. Fuck, why was I trying to hide it?
“You’re the superior quarterback!” I admitted.
And with a scream of ecstasy, I blew all over my chest. Nothing but Jonathan’s cock and his humiliation taking me there.
I loved it.
Jonathan howled with pleasure, and buried his cock so deep in my ass I forgot to breathe. He locked eyes with me. A look of pure triumph on his face. I felt his mighty cock pulse uncontrollably balls deep in my ass. He had won. He owned me.
And Jonathan coated my insides with shot after shot of blazing cum.
I moaned in pure bliss, desperate for every drop.
“Thank you Sir,” I said, moaning in ecstasy.
The shots kept going, Jonathan filling my hole up. Until finally, his grip began to lighten on me. He let go, and breathed out a long, contented breath. Then whipped his head back, sweat glistening from his perfect blonde hair.
“Yeah. You really do need to thank me for that,” he said, with a condescending smirk.
“T-thank you, Sir,” I said again, voice trembling.
Jonathan laughed, then pulled out of me with one movement. I inhaled and gripped the table in pain. Fuck, my hole was so sore.
“Anytime I want it… that hole is mine,” Jonathan snarled.
Henry began to massage my neck, at once calming and at the same time a reminder that one squeeze and my air would be cut off.
“Untie him,” Henry said, his voice a simple, powerful command to Jonathan.
Jonathan rolled his eyes, and started on my legs. “I don’t even know why you took this one on, Henry. There are way better holes out there. Sure this one has a bit of muscle…” he slapped my leg, hard, as he finished untying it. “But he’s no real man.”
Henry continued to caress my neck as he stared down Jonathan untying me. Even as my limbs became free, I was so spent, so used, I couldn’t move them. My body was at these men’s mercy.
“Seriously,” Jonathan said. “A muscle-bound chastity slave? That came by admitting it was lesser than me? Your slave isn’t even really huma-“
“Enough,” Henry said. I felt his hands tighten on my neck instinctively, cutting off air for a moment. Then, he let up.
“Alright… sorry man,” Jonathan said. He finished untying my hands.
I was free. But felt more trapped than I had been all night.
Henry cracked his neck at Jonathan. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were begging for a fucking.”
Jonathan chuckled, and put his hands up lazily. “Look, I got excited over a new piece of ass. Is a man not allowed that?”
Henry gazed down at me. Eyes analyzing me. In that moment, I could tell he was trying to see if I was okay. And I knew I needed to let him know.
“I…” I began. The men both looked surprised that I spoke. “I’m glad you made me get fucked by Jonathan, Master. I needed it. I needed to be humbled.”
Then, I looked at Jonathan. My cock was soft – these words were harder now that the thrill of sex had left. “And… Jonathan… sir. Thank you. It… felt good. Next time I see you on the field… I’ll remember tonight. To submit to your will.”
Jonathan was stunned silent. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Then… just shook his head, and walked off.
I looked up at Henry, worried if I had said the wrong thing. But he was smirking, eyes bright.
“Good job, my faggot,” he said. He ruffled my hair before patting my cheek with hard, rough slaps. I glowed at his touch.
Late that night, after the party finished, I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror.
My naked body, bruised and red. My nipples, enlarged from the torture. My ass, gaping and sore. My chastity cage, still covering my cock. How long had it been on? I… couldn’t remember. My heart quickened in panic. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d cum from physical touch. Was it the first night Henry had catfished me? I thought back to Jonathan’s disgust, that I wasn’t a real man.
Was this what my life would always be?
I slept in my bed naked, wrestling with doubts. I’d accomplished the last thing Henry had for me – so why did I still feel unsure?
The next day at practice, Coach Tillman made us all line up. He crossed his hairy arms and scratched his messy beard, a grim, serious expression on his face. “Alright maggots! Our latest loss has shaken the team to its core. So now, we need to build up from the foundation. First team needs to be remade from the ground up. I don’t care if you think you’re the hottest shit in town! Every position – EVERY position on first team… will be open tryouts again.”
My heart stopped. Gasps, hollers, boos, shouts, all erupted from every single member of the football team. I was speechless.
Coach Tillman shouted over it all. “If you’re on first team – now is the time you defend your sorry sack of shit! Second team – quit bitching and prove you haven’t wasted all year practicing!”
I couldn’t believe it. This had never happened before. But then, I felt a smile creep up on my face.
Quarterback.
Malcolm, my second team mate, saw me in the locker room. He was naked from the shower, and had a huge grin on his face and went to massage my shoulders. “This is our chance!” he said. “Second team, finally taking down those first team bastards. You, replacing Jonathan as quarterback.”
“Yeah,” I said, trying to smile, to swagger. The memory of last night seared into my mind. What I had said to Jonathan.
“And…” Malcolm said, his voice dropping low. “Once you get quarterback, every day I’ll give you the appropriate… worship.” He stared down at my clothed bulge, eyes hungry. I gulped, staring at his perfect fit body.
I stumbled through the locker room. Why now?
A large, hulking presence was in front of me. I stumbled back – Henry. I hadn’t even noticed. “S-sorry Master,” I said, mumbling.
“You’re distracted, fag,” Henry said. “Excited about the news?”
I was silent. He didn’t want me to be on first team. He just wanted me to be their cum dump.
“It’s alright,” Henry said. “This is perfect. Look, Asher, Coach was right. First team does need to be rebuilt.”
My eyes lit up. He didn’t mean-
“And you, you are good enough. You belong on first team.”
He did… My heart soared. What Jonathan said must have made him angry.
“Asher, you are gonna be the perfect running back.”
I stopped. Running back? No. I was a quarterback. Always was. Always would be.
Henry chuckled, shaking his head. “I know. Silly fag brain can’t see it, huh? Figure it out tonight. But that’s where you belong. You belong as running back. And as my slave.”
Henry squeezed my cock cage as he walked off. I couldn’t move. Frozen. Trapped. Between two worlds.
Malcolm. My old friend, loyalty to second team. The glory of being quarterback. Freedom. Saying goodbye to Henry’s games, chastity, humiliation, forever. Cumming whenever I wanted. Being a real man.
Or Henry. My master. First team, but never as I thought it’d be. Not as the star. Submitting to Jonathan. Accepting I could never be a real man. That I was just a fag. Being locked… forever?
As I stared at the dark ceiling of my dorm room, naked and restless in my bed, Master’s words came to me. This is your choice. Always has been.
Tryouts were tomorrow.
