Coercive Control

I woke up, disoriented at first. Then I remembered I had slept over at Matt’s! I rolled over in the bed to look for him, but he must have already gotten up. I got out of bed, threw on my shorts, and went downstairs looking for him. I found him in the kitchen making coffee.

“Good morning, Grant. How’d you sleep?”

“Good, great actually. That bed is so comfy! Wrapped in your arms felt pretty nice too, Sir.”

“Well, I’m glad, boy. You needed some good rest after what we put you through.”

I had been through a lot last night with Matt and Steven tag-team domming me. I started pitching a tent just thinking about it. Matt noticed and winked at me as he poured his coffee. He got a mug out for me and poured me one too. We sat, drank, and chit chatted a bit. Finally, we decided to part way for the day as we both had errands to do. As I was leaving, Matt offered me my next task.

“So, boy, big Halloween plans? Party with your friends?”

“No not really. I’ve been spending so much time with you at work and otherwise that I’ve kinda been blowing my friends off. They’re probably having a party but didn’t invite me.”

“That’s too bad, but pretty good for me. Meet me back here tomorrow around noon?”

“Sure thing Sir.”

I headed out and thought about what Matt had said. I had been neglecting my friends. They hadn’t reached out much either, probably assuming I was just swamped with work. I had told a couple about my promotion, but other than a few texts here and there, I hadn’t spent any quality time with anyone over that past month besides Matt. I wondered if that was Matt’s goal, or if I was just making it easy for him? I still had plenty of free time when I wasn’t at work, the gym, or with Matt. But I never wanted bro time anymore. What would we even chat about anyway? I had lost Amy and couldn’t tell them about the things I Was doing for Matt, but that was basically my entire life now. I decided to put it out of my mind for now, not dwelling on it.

I had a productive Saturday. I went to the gym, grocery shopping, and grabbed dinner on my way home. I spent my evening watching a movie, then jerking off right there on my couch, thinking about Matt and Steven abusing me together. I blew a load onto my boxers and showered off before bed.

The next morning, I got ready and set off for Matt’s house. It was Halloween morning, and his neighborhood was much more decorated than mine had been. When I got there, he invited me inside, and handed me my uniform for the day. The crop top from the club last weekend made an appearance, but it had been washed since. I also received a black jockstrap with a thick waistband. I had worn some athletic shorts, but Matt handed me a different pair, which were shorter and tighter than my own. I put the outfit on and gave Matt a good look.

“Perfect boy, you’re looking nice and slutty. Hop in the car, we’re going on a hike.”

We went out to the garage, and I climbed in the passenger seat. Matt drove us out to the large park with trails on the edge of town. We stepped out of the car and Matt grabbed a backpack out of the backseat. We walked over to the trailhead, and I noticed a man sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette nearby. He was older, with grey hair that was balding. He stared at me as we walked past and puckered his lips at me, taunting me with some kissing motions.

Matt and I walked along the trail and crossed a few other people on walks. We veered off the main trail and went down a small path that was not paved in gravel, but just a clearing in the brush, like it had just been made by light foot traffic. We got to a large fallen tree in a small clearing. The trunk of the tree was horizontal, but lifted off the ground by about a foot, held up by the stump. Matt stopped and pointed.

“Bend over that log, I need that ass.”

I glanced over my shoulder at the path we had walked here on and did not see anybody. I glanced around other directions making sure the coast was clear before positioning myself laying across the log. My feet were planted on one side, and I rested my hands on the ground right in front of them, but the log was holding my hips up in the air. Matt reached into his backpack and pulled out two short lengths of rope. He began tying my wrists to my ankles, so I would be unable to stand up. Once I was tied and immobile, he grabbed my waistband and pulled the shorts down to my ankles, so that my jockstrapped ass was exposed to the world. Matt spat on his cock and laid into me.

Matt stood there fucking me, hips thrusting in and out quickly, for a few minutes before I heard the snap of a twig toward the trail. I tried to look back, but the log blocked my view. Someone was walking toward us, but Matt was not slowing down. The person walked to my front, and I strained my neck to see their face. It was the man form the trailhead, he must have finished his cig and followed us back here, knowing Matt would be taking my ass.

“Yo, that’s a fine piece of ass you got there, he yours?”

“Yeah he’s… mine… see the… collar?” Matt huffed as he fucked.

“Mind if I watch?”

“Be my… guest.”

The man took a step back, reached into his pants, and pulled his dick out. He began stroking vigorously, eyes glued to me. He spent a few minutes watching from my front, then moved around to the other side to get a better look at Matt’s ass as he rawed me. After a few minutes, Matt groaned and stopped fucking. He was balls deep in me, depositing a load. He pulled out and put his cock away. He reached down into his backpack again and pulled out a permanent marker. I could feel the word ‘LOADS’ written across my asscheek before Matt added a single tally mark and clipped the marker to my waistband.

“Yo, mind if I take him for a spin?”

“He’s all yours,” Matt said as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. He came around to my front and squatted so he was eye level with me. “I’m gonna go take my hike. There’s plenty of men out here today that don’t wanna deal with their wives and kids this Halloween, so why don’t you offer some stress relief? I’ll come get you when I’m done with my hike. Have fun!”

With that, Matt turned and walked out of the clearing. The cigarette guy had wasted no time sliding his dick into me. I could feel his thick bush of grey pubes tickling my crack as he fucked me, using Matt’s cum as his lube. His dick was pretty small, but he was thrusting his hips fast and hard. He shot his load within minutes, and happily grabbed the marker from my waistband and added another tally.

“Thanks a bunch, bitch. I guess I should really thank that daddy of yours though,” the man spanked my ass and walked away, leaving me ass up, alone in the woods.

It was probably 10 or 15 minutes before the next guy found me. I couldn’t see him until he got right up behind me. It was a tall skinny black guy. He was fairly young and wore a white tanktop and black shorts. I said hi as I had turned around to look at him. He glanced at me but said nothing in return. He looked back down at his crotch and whipped his dick out, stroking to get it erect. Once he was hard, he lined up with my hole and pushed in slowly, but all at once. This guy had to be 10 or 11 inches long I thought as he snaked his way deep into my colon. No wonder Matt had me training with those big dildos last week. It was in case someone like this came along this weekend.

He fucked me slow and steady, pumping his dick deep into me and pulling most of the way out with each stroke. It felt intense, but I was loving it. This was definitely gonna be a record, my biggest cock taken, for the foreseeable future. After a few minutes, he was cumming. I felt the load travel through his long dick before flooding into my guts. The guy paused for a few seconds to shoot before fucking it deeper into me for a few strokes. When he pulled out, I felt all three loads spill out of me onto my shorts below. I received another tally and no words of acknowledgement as the guy pulled his pants up and left.

Next to discover me was not one, but two guys. I heard them speaking Spanish as they walked past, until I heard them getting louder and bumbling through the woods, finding me. They continued chatting with each other and I had no idea what they were saying, my Spanish had always been shit. The only thing I caught them say was ‘tres’ as one of them pointed to my loads tally. They circled around me, giggling and talking. They were both average heights. One was fat and the other was fatter. One of them stood behind me and stuck his dick in. He leaned over me, with his hands on the log, as he fucked me. His buddy stood off to the side, stroking his own dick. After a few minutes, the one jerking off said something and the two men traded places. This went on for a good half hour, swapping between tops. It’s like they were edging themselves, making this last as long as possible. I didn’t mind though, they both had short fat cocks that felt amazing inside me. One of them finally shot his load and the other one quickly stuck his cock in before the load could leak out. He added his load and high fived his buddy.

Before they finished, another guy had heard the commotion and found us. He watched the Latinos breed me while he fondled his bulge. He was more of a silver fox type, with a nice head of white hair and a moustache to match. The Latinos hung around to watch this man have his turn at my hole. His dick was pretty average, felt like 6 or 7 inches long and not too skinny or fat. He grabbed ahold of my hair as he fucked me, and it didn’t take him long to bust. There was applause and cheering from the crowd. The silver fox headed out, but the Latinos were ready for round two. 30 more minutes and they had each busted another load in me. They headed out together, leaving me alone again.

It must have been early afternoon by now, as the sun was shining right on me and there was no more shade from the trees. Matt and I had gotten here around 10, so it was probably noon or 1 by now. I heard more footsteps and wondered if it was Matt, ready to pick me up and head home. I looked back and it definitely was not. It was a younger guy, college aged maybe. He was pretty fratty. He had a baseball cap on, and a crewneck sweatshirt. He grinned eagerly as he approached. He spanked my ass, then squatted down and licked up some cum that was running down my thigh. He walked around to my front, pulled my head up by my hair, and spat the cum in my mouth.

“You like that, faggot pig?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

He walked back around to my ass and spanked me again, harder this time.

“I said did you like that, faggot pig?!”

“YES SIR, THANK YOU SIR.”

“Says here you’ve taken eight loads, that all from this morning?”

“Yes Sir.”

“How many you planning on taking? Gonna be here all day?”

“As many as possible Sir. I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”

“Interesting, faggot. Maybe I’ll tell a few of my buddies to swing by later.”

In the meantime, the guy stood behind me and started fucking me. He was probably 8 inches long and thick too. He fucked rough; he was not messing around. He reached up and slapped my face and stuck his fingers in my mouth as he fucked too. At one point, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my face up, taking a picture of me on his phone.

“Hey what the fuck?!” I was pissed at this tool.

“What are you gonna do about it? I gotta have proof for my buddies if they’re gonna come out here too, anyway. Now shut the fuck up, I gotta finish.”

I stewed in silence as he continued fucking me and dumping a load in me. He spanked me one last time before heading out.

I kept waiting for Matt to arrive and end my adventure, but he never did. After a little while, traffic started picking up as well. Within about 30 minutes, there were three guys huddled around me fucking me and jerking themselves off. I didn’t have a single moment alone from then on for the rest of the afternoon, unlike the morning. All kinds of guys came and bred me. Big bear older guys, tons of skinny twinks. If the frat guy’s friends ever came to use me, they didn’t announce who they were. I lost count of how many loads I had taken, so I was anxious to see the tallies on my ass. I don’t think I had ever seen a park so busy. My favorites were the two guys kind enough to jerk loads out of my dick, one in the early afternoon and another guy just recently. Finally, things began dying down.

The sun was blocked by the trees again, so I assumed it was close to 4 by now. I was fucking exhausted. I had honestly had enough. My wrists and ankles were hurting, my back was sore from being bent over for so long, and my hole was in quite a bit of pain at this point. I heard footsteps and readied myself for another load. I almost didn’t even bother checking the guy out at this point, there had been so many, I was used to them all. But I did anyway, and it was Matt! I was so excited; I shook my ass for him a little. He untied my wrists and ankles, and I stood up and stretched.

“Holy shit, Grant, how was your day?”

“Oh, you know, just your average boring Sunday.” That made Matt chuckle.

“Have you been counting loads, or do you have no idea? Wanna take a guess?”

“I stopped counting a while ago, probably 15 maybe?”

Matt made a spinning motion with his finger so he could count my tallies.

“Try 23, you nasty little slut.”

“No wonder my hole is so fucking tired… Hey, where were you anyway? I expected like an hour or two.”

“Well, the morning was so slow. I was gonna come get you after an hour and a half, two hours maybe. As I was walking back to you, I saw that kid in the baseball cap leaving and I asked him how many you’d taken so far. He told me nine, but that he snapped a pic and was putting it up on the hookup apps, letting people know where to find you. I couldn’t pass up that opportunity. That kid is gonna be a good Dom someday,” Matt chuckled sadistically.

“No wonder things got so busy after that guy left. I was pissed he took that pic of me, and now I know it’s spread around on the internet? Fucking hell, Matt.”

“Don’t sweat it kid, it’s not like your mom uses those apps. Nobody’s gonna find out. No harm, no foul. Now let’s get you out of here and hosed off.”

I picked up my shorts and put them back on. They were completely drenched in cum, sweat and mud. Matt laughed at the sight of me in them, and we made our way back to his car. Once I got home, I took the best shower of my life then got the best sleep of my life, proud of myself after my first successful cumdump session.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Please rate the story and feel free to comment with any constructive criticism or hopes for where Grant will find himself in the coming chapters!