Coercive Control

It was a typical Monday at 7am. I had just finished my jog and was rinsing off before work. I stripped my sweaty shorts and tank off, cranked the water on hot, and started scrubbing up. A combination of running soapy hands over my body and testosterone raging from my workout had me horny this morning. My girlfriend Amy had to work all weekend, so I hadn’t gotten any release in a while. I leaned on the shower wall under the steamy water, stroking my cock and tweaking my nipple. I was only minutes away from blowing my load when Amy came into the bathroom.

“Grant, will you be much longer babe? I’ve gotta hop in there too.”

My jerking off was cut short and I finished up my shower without blowing. Amy didn’t like me jerking off around her so I usually tried to hide when I did it, but my sex drive is just so much higher than hers. Anyway… I went to the closet and got dressed and headed for the office.

I work as a paralegal for a local firm, not the most glamorous job but I like what I do. I got to the office, greeted the receptionist, and stopped in the break room for some coffee. Steven, one of the temps was in there too.

“Morning Steven,” I greeted him.

“Hey Grant, have a good weekend?”

We made small talk as I got my coffee. I could see out of the corner of my eye he was staring at my ass, which has never bothered me. Without sounding conceited, I know I look and dress attractive, and if gay guys want to check me out, I’m gonna be flattered rather than offended.

I sat down at my cubicle and started digging into work, but it didn’t take long for me to remember my unfinished business in the shower this morning. I tried to push through the brain fog for about an hour, but finally decided it would just be more productive to get it over with then work at 100%. I made my way to the furthest stall in the bathroom and settled in. Pants around my ankles, legs kicked out, I started stroking my cock.

A few minutes in, the door suddenly opened. I quickly pulled my feet back up to look less suspicious and waited while the guy pissed and then left. I hope he didn’t think anything of it, I didn’t need there to be a rumor about me masturbating in the office going around. Once the guy was gone, I stroked for a bit longer, shot my load onto my stomach, quickly cleaned up, then went back to my desk.

The rest of my day was going pretty well, until our boss called us all into the conference room for an emergency meeting. Bruce Warner was a great lawyer and an intimidating man, but today he seemed angry which made him even scarier than normal.

“Thank you all for getting in so quickly. Long story short, we’ve been fired by the Luceros. Apparently someone leaked some rumors over the weekend which resulted in bad press. Obviously breaking confidentiality is always serious, but who the hell thought it would be okay with an account worth millions?” Bruce slammed a fist on the table and was trying not to go ballistic but was never good at hiding his anger. “Whoever did it WILL be coming clean to me as soon as possible. Meeting adjourned.”

We all filed out of the conference room in hushed conversation about who it could be and how Bruce would react when he found out. I held my cool, but inside, I was shitting myself.

I was typically very professional, and cared deeply about my job, but I may or may not have gotten a little loose lipped at the bar over the weekend. My buddies were giving me shit for having a boring desk job and I thought it would be impressive to talk about the Lucero account, with it being so high profile. I know none of my friends would have leaked any info, but someone else at the bar must have overheard. What the fuck was I going to do?

A few days passed, and Bruce had not gotten any less angry about the situation, but he didn’t know it was me yet. I was too nervous to fess up but had no clue what to do. The stress had been eating at me for days. Against my better judgement, I decided to do what I typically do when I’m stressed and need a break: I went to the bathroom to jerk off.

I hadn’t even been in there for two minutes before someone else came in and interrupted me. They came into the next stall and I figured I’d just wait for them to finish, but they didn’t leave. After a bit, I heard them start tapping their foot. I looked under at it and it was inching toward mine slowly. I pulled mine away a bit. Then the guy stood up. Thank God he must be leaving. He didn’t pull his pants up though, suddenly he was on his knees and placing his hard cock under the stall wall.

I didn’t know what to do. The guy was just waiting there, holding his veiny cock and shaking it a little. I didn’t want to leave and have him know who had been in this stall with him. I was distracted by his cock, but mine had gone back from a semi to fully erect, and I was slowly stroking it. What the hell, I figured. I hadn’t fooled around with a guy since my drunk college days, but it didn’t seem like this guy was gonna leave me alone, so I reached down and wrapped my hand around him.

I stroked his cock with my left hand while I jerked myself with my right. It didn’t take long before he was precumming in my hand. I started leaking some too. This guy was uncut and had to be at least 8 inches long, and way thicker than me. He quietly moaned a few times, which got me closer to finishing each time. After a while, out of the blue, he blew his load into my hand and on the tile floor. When I felt him cumming, I shot my load too. Immediately, he got up and left. I waited a bit for my erection to go down, wiped up the loads, and then left as well.

Wow. I sat at my desk and couldn’t stop thinking about what I had just done. It made me think back to circle jerking with the guys when I was younger, long before I met Amy. God what would Amy think? Immediately I started feeling guilty. I couldn’t feel guilty for long though because an email popped up. It was a company-wide memo from Bruce. He said that he still hadn’t heard anything about the Lucero account and that tomorrow (Friday) was our last day to confess before consequences got worse for us.

I spent the rest of the day trying to work myself up to go come clean to Bruce and beg him not to fire me. Finally, at 4:30, I couldn’t wait any longer and I stood up to go to his office. Just then I got a text, and I sat back down to read it. It looked like spam, it was sent from a throwaway email account, just a random string of numbers and letters. I would have just deleted it immediately, but it caught my eye.

“Grant, you’re in quite the predicament, aren’t you? I know your secret and can help you. Only if you help me, though. For now, just don’t confess to Warner and act like everything is fine. It will be, as long as you do what I tell you.”

“Who is this?” I asked. No reply.

My heart was in my mouth. I was all ready to talk to Bruce, but something was telling me that whoever this person might be able to help me out of the situation. I stayed sitting at my desk and worked the rest of my day normal. Right at 5, as I was gathering my things to head out for the night, I got another text.

“Good choice.”

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