Coercive Control

I pulled into the garage and let out a sigh. I was coming down from the high of my experience at Derek’s house and needed to collect myself before I went inside to Matt. It was Sunday afternoon, and last night I had endured the full fury of a drunk frat boy gang bang. I had a cum-leaking hole, welted ass cheeks, and a ball of clothes that had been torn to shreds to prove it. I stepped through the door and greeted Matt, who was sitting in the living room. He had been reading, but he looked up from his book when he heard me come in.

“Afternoon, Grant. That must have been some party!” Matt said, with a gleam in his eye, obviously intrigued to hear about my night out.

“You don’t know the half of it. That’s a creative bunch of boys. Horny as fuck, too!”

I began to tell Matt about the details of my adventure with the college guys. I explained the situation with them being kicked off campus and how I became their personal punching bag for those frustrations. I showed off the now-faded permanent marker ‘tattoos’ I had received, and Matt gingerly caressed my ass as I showed him the bruises from the paddling I had endured. He was displaying the tent in his shorts that my story had given him very prominently for me.

“I haven’t even told you the best part. That pair of underwear I told you about, the ones that they all use as a group cumrag, well I secretly snagged them on my way out today.”

Matt’s eyes lit up as I dug through my pile of clothes and fished out the white briefs. I watched the expression on Matt’s face as I showed him, which consisted of intrigue, disgust, and mischievousness. I could see his bulge twitch at the sight of them as well.

“They put that thing on your face?” Matt asked.

“Oh yeah, and as I inhaled it, all I could think about was how much Steven is gonna flip when I do the same thing to him!”

Just then, my phone dinged from receiving a text. It continued dinging as I opened it up to see that Derek was sending me all the pictures and videos that the boys had taken last night. I showed them off to Matt, who now had his hand down his shorts, fondling his meat.

“These will be great for posting online. Hopefully will pull in some more subscribers too.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will. People won’t be able to resist seeing your sexy ass abused like that.” Matt replied. “You know, I was thinking about how much progress you’ve made in the hole stretching department. You ought to work toward fisting. That would go over super well on your site. Some of those toys you use, and Darius’s cock, are basically as thick as one anyway. It probably wouldn’t take you too much more work.”

“Fuck, Matt. I don’t know, that seems like a big step.”

“You’re already ninety-nine percent of the way there. I’d go nuts seeing your hole swallow my fist up!”

Matt and I continued talking about sex while I texted a couple of Derek’s photos to my friend Brock. We had been chatting pretty regularly since we hooked up at the street fair and I had told him about the frat party before I went. I sent the first photo and immediately received a reply that consisted of lots of heart, tongue, devil, and pig emojis. I gave Brock a few details about my evening.

B: Holy fucking shit, Grant. That’s so sexy! Can’t wait to see you post it online and read all the nasty comments people leave you.

G: Glad you like. See what you’ve been missing out on since the Orlando trip?

B: I think about you guys on that trip every time I get hard anymore. I gotta get back in that ass, man.

G: I’d love it too. Someday we’ll cross paths again and my hole will be yours. Maybe we’d even film a video for the website too if you’re up for it.

B: That would be hot as fuck. I’d definitely do it.

“So, Matt,” I said. We had both gotten horny enough to have our dicks fully out and in our hands. I was precumming like crazy. “How about we go shower off together?”

“Not until I empty my balls onto this crusty underwear for you. Add yours, too.”

“Yes, Sir!” I said, kneeling over the cumrag with Matt. We made out with each other as we stroked off until we blew our loads onto the briefs.

I rolled my eyes as I watched my co-worker Michelle walk back to her cubicle. I was trying to get through a back-log of work for Matt, but the other paralegals kept bothering me with stupid stuff. I had assumed the unofficial role as head of the paralegals due to my relationship with Matt. From the outside, it just looked like he was mentoring me and that I had the most experience of the bunch. In reality, Matt did not give me any more work-related privileges than anyone else on my level. Sure, I knew more than all of them since I got to work on the most cases, so I was a good resource for them when they had questions, but every day it seemed like I was answering dumber and dumber questions.

I also did not like the distractions because I was already fighting my own personal distractions. I couldn’t keep my mind off sex. I was constantly coming up with ideas for online content, as well as ways that I wanted to make Steven submit to me further. I spent a lot of time thinking about Matt’s list of tasks for me, and how to impress him as much as possible while completing them. Lastly, I was spending more and more time on the hookup apps, finding people to make content with. I tried to keep my productivity at work up, but Matt had trained me well to think about my role as his faggot before anything else. I decided to hide from my co-workers and get some stress out by talking with Steven.

“Morning, bitch boy,” I whispered in his ear as he sat at his desk. I had obviously scared him, as he jumped at the sound of my voice.

“Hey Grant. I really don’t have time for this, I am super busy today.”

“You think I give a fuck how busy you are?” I asked, tweaking Steven’s nipple through his shirt. “Get that little caged dick out.”

“I can’t, not here in the office! I’ll get caught!” Steven asked in a hushed but exasperated tone.

“Nobody ever comes back to this dim little temp corner to ask you for anything. I won’t be long anyway.”

“Won’t be long doing what?” Steven asked.

I gave Steven a stern look and he knew to shut up. He unzipped his pants and fished his junk out of his underwear. I watched as his dick strained in his chastity cage, turned on by the thrill of being exposed in public. I grinned as I retrieved my own dick. I pumped it a few times with my fist to get it fully erect, then I grabbed Steven by the back of his neck and forced my meat into his mouth. He stayed sitting in his chair and sucked me off willingly but timidly, trying to keep the noise down. I fucked his throat until I brought myself to the edge of orgasm. This did not take long since I had been horny all morning. Without a word, I pulled out of Steven’s mouth and grasped my dick in my hand. I squatted over him and aimed at his cage. I shot thick ropes of cum all over his little dick, which twitched at the sight of me releasing.

“Put it away, and wear my load in your underwear with pride, faggot.”

“What the fuck, Grant!?” I can’t go on for the rest of the day like this.”

“You can and you will. I own that caged dick and I own you, Steven. You’re submitting to me, and whatever I say, goes.”

“Shit, Grant. I can’t fucking wait to finish my sentence.”

“You’re sitting in load number nine right now. One more and you’re free. I’ll give it to you tonight if you want.”

“Fuck, yes please Grant.”

“I’m going to the gym after work. I’ll come straight to your place after. Be waiting for me naked and on your knees by the door. I’ll be there at 6:30.”

“Yes Sir.”

After my workout, I headed into the locker room to collect my things. I would normally shower and cruise around, looking for someone interested in playing. Tonight, though, I was saving myself for Steven.  Didn’t even bother showering, as I wanted to coat Steven in my musk. I grabbed my gym bag and headed to his apartment. When I arrived, I tried the doorknob. The door was unlocked so I let myself in. I was greeted by a naked Steven, kneeling on the floor right in front of the door, just as I expected of him. His dick was already straining in his cage, and he had an eager look in his eye. He was ready for release. I grabbed his head and put him in a headlock. His face was pressed into my sweaty armpit, and he inhaled my musk deeply. I released and stood back up, towering over my boy.

“Evening, faggot.”

“Hi Grant…” Steven started to reply. I slapped him across the face before he could continue.

“You are not my equal tonight, faggot. Don’t address me like I am. Try again.”

“Hi Sir,” Steven replied, with a touch of fear in his eyes.

“Who is in control?”

“You are Sir.”

“Who holds the key to your freedom?”

“You do Sir.”

“Who is gonna be an obedient boy and earn his keep tonight?”

“I am Sir.”

I kicked off my shoes, grabbed Steven by the hair, and pressed his face into them. They were still sweaty from the gym, and I could smell them from the second I took them off. I can only imagine how they smelled to Steven. I stepped on the back of Steven’s head with my foot, pressing my sweaty gym sock into his hair and his nose into the sneakers. I spanked his ass a few times, leaving a nice bright red handprint on each cheek. Next, I kicked Steven’s hip which caused him to fall on his side. I rolled him over onto his back and pulled up a chair from the dining table. I sat down and hovered my feet above his face.

“Take my socks off, faggot. Put that mouth to work.”

Steven happily went to work trying to pull my socks off my feet. He tried my putting my toes in his mouth and pulling with his teeth but had to resort to pulling from the top of the socks instead. Once the first one was off, I shoved my sweaty toes into Steven’s mouth and felt his tongue dance around, tasting every inch. Then, I let Steven take my other sock off.

Once my socks were removed, I stood up and slipped out of my shorts. I stood over Steven in just my compression shorts. They were white and soaked through with sweat in the crotch and at the top of my ass crack. I got down on my knees and pressed my ass into Steven’s face, sitting on him. He inhaled my sweaty scent and appeared to be in heaven. His dick was practically bursting out of his cage at this point, and I could feel his tongue licking up the sweat from my taint. I pulled my underwear down and Steven dove right into my crack and ate my hole. It was like he’d been starved for days and my ass was a home cooked meal. After I had my fill of getting my ass eaten, I stood up, grabbed Steven by the ankles, and spun him around so he was laying ass-up on the carpet in front of me.

“Beg for it.”

“Fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me.”

I stood in silence, arms crossed, staring intently at Steven as he trembled in anticipation.

“I need your cock Sir. I need you to make me your bitch. I’m all yours. Breed me. Mark your territory. Wreck me, abuse me. Whatever you want. Just give me that cock, Sir.”

“Good boy…” I replied sternly. I hoped Steven meant what he was saying, because I enjoyed him submitting to me, and I did not like the idea of my dominance ending with this breeding and unlocking of his cage.

I got on my knees on top of Steven, gripped my dick at the base to guide it toward his ass hole, and I thrusted. Hard. Without warning, without lube. Steven gasped in shock and pain. I did not care. I wanted him to know who was in charge and who’s pleasure mattered. I continued fucking Steven’s hole, which loosened and lubed itself up as I fucked it. I grasped Steven’s throat with both hands and continued plowing him. He moaned and wheezed and panted like the bitch in heat that he was. I buried into him with all the force I could muster with each stroke. I fully rammed my cock deep, and then fully removed it with each thrust. I kept myself from cumming for as long as I could. I did not want this to end. Eventually, I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I thrust as hard as humanly possible so that I could dump my load deep into Steven’s guts and breed his faggot cunt. He moaned as he felt my dick pulsing deep inside of him. I rode out my orgasm with a few slow strokes and then pulled out. I climbed off of Steven and knelt near his feet. He rolled over and I saw a massive stain on the carpet when he had precummed and leaked out of his cage.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much, Sir. I could have let you go on for hours. Can you unlock my cage and let me cum now, though?” Steven asked, practically begged.

I turned around and unzipped my gym bag. I quickly turned back around, with both my fists clasped in front of me.

“Here’s your options, faggot. In this hand is your keys. You can be unlocked and done. Walk away from submitting to me. Or, Option B, in this hand…” I gently jiggled the cum-stained briefs from the frat party. “These tighty-whities are full of countless loads of man seed. A gift from a frat buddy of mine to you. There’s alpha loads, drunk beta loads, hazed pledge loads, all creating this rank, crusty cum rag that I just know you would love to dive into and take a whiff of. You can smell it from there, can’t you?”

Steven nodded. His mouth was hanging open, and I swear he was drooling. I had him on the ropes.

“One condition. You pick the cum rag, or you pick the key. If you want these briefs, you’re staying locked up and under my control. If you…”

Before I could finish, Steven lunged forward and snatched the briefs out of my hand. He brought them to his face immediately and took a deep inhale. I sat back and enjoyed the show as his dick swelled back up and he rubbed the cum rag across his face.

“Thank you, Sir. I did want those keys earlier today, but I can’t resist these.”

“You’re welcome, Fag. I knew you’d appreciate those. I didn’t even bring the key for you.” I opened up my fist that I told him had held the key, to reveal my empty hand. I gave Steven a devilish wink.

HONK, HONK, HONK

A car laid on the horn as it drove past me. I quickly crawled between two parked cars to hide but had not been quick enough. I was currently on the fifth floor of a parking garage. I was bare-ass naked and attempting to make my way to the bottom level, where Matt was in his car waiting for me with my clothes. I was completing my first task of the month. Matt had taken Darius’s idea and created a list of thirty tasks for me to complete. I was instructed to complete one task a day, every day, or else I will be punished in some unknown fashion at the end of the month. I could do the tasks in any order, and since we were downtown near the garage anyway, I figured I would get this one out of the way now. I probably should have thought all of this through better, though. It was a Friday night, and the garage was pretty busy at the moment. I made sure the coast was clear, and made a mad dash down the ramp to cover some more distance toward Matt. After a few more rounds of ducking to hide then running down, I finally made it to Matt.

“Nice work, Grant. Any close calls?” Matt asked I got in the car. He handed me my clothes as well.

“Just one, hah. I’m glad that one is out of the way,” I replied as I shimmied into my pants.

“There’s plenty more public exhibition on the list. You’ll get plenty of exposure this month. The weather is warming up, so at least you won’t be freezing your cute little ass off while you show off for me!”

“Yeah, that’s a bonus for sure. I’m definitely excited to keep chipping away at my faggy to-do list. You got pretty creative with a few of these.”

Matt and I parked and walked down the block to the club we were attending tonight. It was a gay strip joint that I had never been to, but Matt said he had been a few times, and it would be fun. When we arrived, we grabbed a table, ordered a few drinks, and enjoyed the show. There were two boys up at the front of the room go-go dancing in cages, and then there was a catwalk out into the center of the room that was littered with twinks in booty shorts and thongs. Some were dancing for specific guys, and some were working the poles.

Matt and I enjoyed ourselves, and as the night wore on, I got fairly tipsy and loose with my money. I was tipping all the guys and they caught onto this fact, so I was getting attention from a few boys at once. Matt sat back and watched me for his entertainment. It wasn’t until I had run out of bills and done a few more shots that the real party was starting. A guy got up on the stage wit ha mic and addressed us all.

“Good evening fella! Thank you all for coming out and give a round of applause to all your performers tonight. We’re gonna give them a little break and have a little fun ourselves. As you all know, tonight is amateur night, and so I want all you studs in the crowd who want to strut your stuff to come on down to the main stage!”

I looked at Matt, and he gave me the exact look that I came to expect from him when he put me a situation like this. I did not have to be told that I was going to participate, and I frankly didn’t feel too nervous about it either. I was plenty buzzed from my drinks and was well past the point of embarrassment from exposing myself publicly. I hopped up and made my way down to the stage with a few other guys from the crowd.

The host led the five of us on stage and along the catwalk. I was in the middle of the pack. The DJ put on some song with a beat and the host got the crowd riled up for us. Though I was not embarrassed about showing off sexually in public, I should have been embarrassed about my dancing. I have never considered myself a dancer, but I just tried to feel the beat and shake my ass to it. I paid very little attention to the other performers around me, but once the first guy took his shirt off, the rest of the group followed suit quickly and began undressing. I peeled my tee shirt off and over my head. I swung it around over myself and the crowd cheered, which made me smile. I threw my shirt toward Matt and began working on my shorts.

I unbuttoned my shorts and shook my hips, revealing the waistband of my underwear. Two guys had approached me and were handing me dollar bills, so I got on my knees and let them stuff them into the pouch of my jockstrap. I turned and showed them my ass as I pulled my shorts off. At this point, I was the most naked dancer on stage, and a couple more guys were approaching me to give me tips. I happily and greedily let them stuff the bills into the straps of my jockstrap, and then I spanked my ass cheek for them, which awarded me more cheers.

I continued dancing for the remainder of the song, which soon faded out and the host got back on the mic. He thanked us all, had the crowd applaud us again, and then escorted us off stage. I returned to Matt, who handed me my clothes. I got redressed and sat back down. We were talking and laughing about the performance when a man approached our table. He was short and stout, had a moustache and a cigarette in his mouth. He was in his late fifty’s and had a terrible combover.

“Nice moves kid. I run this joint, and you’ve really got the stuff, y’know?”

“Thank you,” I said with a chuckle.

“This amateur night is usually just for fun, but I actually have an opening right now, and you’ve got more raw talent than any kid I’ve seen up there on a night like this. You ever though about stripping for real?”

“Oh, thank you Sir. I haven’t but I really can’t, Sir. I appreciate the kind words though.”

“C’mon kid. You’d be the hottest thing here. The way your date’s eyeing you I can tell he likes what I’m talking about.”

“Would be hot,” Matt chimed in.

“Follow me on back to the office and we can chat more in private. It’s too loud out here to think.”

The skeezy guy gestured for me to get up, and I thought to myself that if Matt is interested, I should at least hear him out. Matt stayed at the table, turning his attention back to the dancers. He obviously thought I could handle this one on my own. We approached a door that said EMPLOYEE’S ONLY and walked through. He led me down a long, dim hallway that was filled with smoke. We turned left and into his office. He sat down at his desk, which was messy with junk, and I sat across from him in a cheap folding chair.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Grant, Sir.”

“Look, Grant. You got the stuff. I could tell you were having fun up there too. Lots of guys gotta fake that and they ain’t good actors. Your eyes lit up when the crowd was on you. I’m short a guy, you’re perfect for the job, your man out there agrees with me. Let’s make it happen! You can sign on tonight if you want.”

“I really don’t know, Mr. Estes,” I replied, reading the man’s name from the nameplate on his desk.

“Please, call me Scotty,” he replied, lighting another cigarette.

“Scotty, I just don’t know. I have a desk job. I have a lot of stuff going on, on the side. It just seems like I’d be stretching myself thin,” I replied. All these concerns were genuine, but I left out my additional concerns about the nature of the job in general. I felt a general uneasiness about the way Scotty seemed all too eager to get me to agree.

“Desk job doesn’t matter! You’ll still have time for all your friends and fun and stuff. It’s just a couple nights a week, and with a body like that, you’ll be raking in truck loads of cash! So, what do you say?”

I was genuinely considering the offer. It must have been a combination of Matt’s reassurance and the alcohol in my system, but I was finding it hard to think of enough negatives to talk myself out of it. I was already showing off online, and this was similar but not even going as far, sexually, with the possibility for more cash more quickly. I looked at Scotty’s face as I mulled over the decision, and he looked eager for me to agree, but also he looked like he was getting impatient that I hadn’t agreed.

“Scotty, I think I just need more time to think. To talk with my partner, as well. Can I call you later this week?”

“I’m short a dancer tomorrow, I can’t afford for you to pussy foot around. I need an answer now, Grant.”

“I can’t give you one, Sir. Please, can I have some more time?”

Scotty looked at me inquisitively. I think he was pondering whether I was worth the hassle to chase after and fight for or not. He finally responded.

“Fine. You can have until the end of the week to decide. Under one condition. I’m gonna need a little something from you to show you’re serious and to remember you by, Grant.”

Scotty leaned back in his chair and spread his legs apart. I could see the outline of his hard cock pressed against the denim of his faded blue jeans. My first instinct was to dive in, as Matt had trained me to service men who asked that of me. I hesitated, though, as I did not like the general vibe that Scotty gave me. I pondered for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity with Scotty’s eyes on me. With a nod and a grin, I dropped to my knees and reached for Scotty’s belt, which I unbuckled before Scotty shimmied out of his pants.

I put his dick in my mouth. It was fairly unimpressive in size, and he was equally unimpressive at receiving oral. As I sucked, he just leaned back, with his hands on his head, and grunted occasionally. I sucked and stroked and after what felt like forever, I tasted his stale load on my tongue. I swallowed and stood back up, thinking about how I should remind Matt how much I appreciate sucking his sexy cock.

“You’ll be in touch, then, kid?”

“Yes Sir, I will.”

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Please rate the story and feel free to comment or e-mail with any constructive criticism or hopes for where Grant will find himself in the coming chapters. I know I have been pretty sporadic with this story, I apologize. I have been busy with life as well as suffering from some writer's block. I definitely want to continue Coercive Control as I have grown to really like these characters and have a general idea of where I want Grant and Matt to end up eventually. I also feel, though, that I might be more motivated with a fresh story, as there would hopefully be more engagement than with a 30-some-chapter saga. I may take a break from CC and come back to it later. I may push though, and finish it before starting a new project. Basically, I'm not sure. Feel free to let me know your preference, if you care. If you don't care, sorry you had to read my ramblings!