Coercive Control

It was a sunny autumn Saturday morning, and I was feeling exceptionally good. I drank my coffee as I watched two squirrels playing in my front yard. My attention was then drawn to a neighbor who was on his morning jog. I admired his body in those tight spandex shorts as he zipped past my house down the street. I checked the time on my phone and decided I better start getting dressed. Matt had asked me to come over and help with some yard work this weekend, so I threw on some shorts, a tee, a crewneck, and my sneakers. I hopped in my car and made my way out to Matt’s place. When I arrived, Matt was already in the garage cleaning up some things on his workbench.

“Morning Matt! How’s your weekend going?”

“Pretty good, kid. Thanks for helping me out today, it’ll go way quicker with two sets of hands, y’know?”

“I’m happy to help! Getting to starer at your muscular body all day is a pretty nice incentive.”

“You’ll get to do more than look at it, especially if you’re a good boy today. Now why don’t you help me get this garage cleaned up a bit first?”

I grabbed a broom and swept as Matt finished up his organizing project. Next, we tackled cleaning out the gutters. Most leaves had fallen at this point, so we made quick work scooping and rinsing. We took turns on the ladder. When I was holding the ladder for Matt, I looked up and could see up his shorts. I saw his nuts hanging there, as he had decided to go commando today. When I climbed up the ladder, Matt decided it would be funny to pants me. I almost fell of the damn ladder scrambling to pull my shorts back up, but luckily, we were on the side of the house and pretty much out of view of the neighbors.

Next on the to do list was raking up the leaves. Matt handed me some gloves and a rake, and I got to work on my first pile. Matt went to grab some leaf bags for them but returned empty handed.

“Bad news, I’m out. I’m gonna run to the home center, wanna tag along?”

I put the rake down and took my gloves off before hopping in the passenger seat. In a few minutes, we were at the store. We made our way back to the garden center and found the aisle with the leaf bags. Matt turned to me before picking them up though.

“How about you get down here and give me some action, boy?” He said, groping himself. “Nobody’s gonna be out here with all the plant pots and shit.”

I followed Matt down a few more aisles deeper into the garden center as we scoped out a blind spot on the security cameras. I knelt down and pulled Matt’s cock out. It didn’t take long for him to get fully hard in my hand as I stroked him. I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking the best I could. I wanted to get Matt to finish as quickly as possible so we wouldn’t get caught. As I slobbered on his cock, I grabbed his nuts with my hands and tugged them down, which made Matt moan softly. He grabbed a fistful of my hair with each hand and used his makeshift handles to skullfuck me until I was drooling slobber down my neck. Within minutes of this, Matt busted a load in the back of my throat. He was so deep in me that I didn’t even have to swallow, it was just shooting right down my throat. Once Matt finished, he put his dick away, but when I tried to stand up, he pushed me back to the ground.

“Fun’s not over yet fag. You’re going on a little scavenger hunt. Strip out of your clothes.”

“You can’t be serious, Matt. No.”

“Time’s wasting. The quicker you start, the quicker you’re done. You’re gonna want to get out of here before it gets busy with all the DIY’ers this afternoon.”

I reluctantly started taking my clothes off and handing them to Matt. Shirt first, then shorts. I kept the underwear on in hopes he wouldn’t want them too. I was wrong. Matt made me give him the underwear too, until I was standing in the aisle wearing nothing but my sneakers. I was holding my crotch, covering up and hoping Matt didn’t see my semi. I didn’t want him to know part of me kinda liked the thrill of it, but I’d rather not encourage Matt.

“I was gonna leave all your stuff in one place, but since you mouthed off to me, I’m gonna spread it out instead. You’ll get your underwear back first, it’ll be with the lighting. Aisle 47. Next will be your shorts. I’ll leave them in a shower stall in aisle 34. Last, your shirt. It’ll be in a kitchen cabinet. Aisle 15. I’ll go scatter these around now. Happy hunting, boy.

With that, Matt left me in the aisle, naked and alone. I ducked into the cover of the shelving, behind a stack of paving stones, and thought of my game plan. I needed to get all the way across the store, and I figured crawling within the shelves whenever possible would keep me most hidden. I could wait until an aisle was clear before jumping from one shelf to the next. I then started reciting the aisle numbers so I wouldn’t forget. 47, 34, 15. I repeated it over and over in my head as I crawled through the garden center toward my underwear. I could see Matt walk into the aisle to hide my first clothing item.

The first main hurdle was getting from the garden section to the lighting section. The garden stuff was in the front half of the store and the lighting was in the back. Between the two was a large center aisle that spanned the entire length of the store, splitting it into front and back sections. I needed to cross this extremely exposed area to reach my goal. I sat in the shelving next to it, watching and waiting until there was nobody looking in my direction so I could run across.

-

Assistant manager Cain made his way back to the front from handling a situation in lumber. He was not in the mood to deal with any of this crap today, and wanted to just hide away, which was his usual method of getting through his shifts. Kiss the boss’s ass when he’s here, do the bare minimum when he’s gone. Cain went into the office and shut the door behind him. He kicked his feet up on the desk and got on his phone. It wasn’t long before he was watching some porn and stroking his cock.

Cain was 25, tall and skinny. He had a thing for tattoos and had completed his first sleeve, he was working on his second. He untucked his polo shirt and unzipped his khakis, before reaching into his pants and retrieving his cock. He stared at the porn on his phone while stroking himself slowly. His cock grew to its full 8 inches. It was skinny like him, with a bush of blond pubes. These turned into a happy trail across his abs up to his belly button.

Cain was mid jerk-off when he heard a knock at the door. “On a call! Out in a bit!” he shouted to buy himself some time.

While glancing from the door back to his phone, he noticed something on the live security footage. Two guys were going way back in the garden section. Cain watched as they made their way into an aisle, wondering if they were up to no good being in such a strange section. He flipped around on the adjacent cameras to see if he could spot them better but had lost them. This damn system only let you see one live stream at a time. He continued flipping around for a bit and just as he was about to lose interest and go back to jerking off, he spotted one of them leaving the aisle. Cain noticed, though, that the guy was holding a few things. One of them was a bright red cloth, like the shirt the other guy, who was no longer with him, had been wearing.

Cain watched guy #1 meander through the store, occasionally flipping cameras trying to find guy #2. Guy #1 mostly just strolled along, but he made stops to mess with stuff in lighting, plumbing, and cabinets. Cain cycled through cameras again, scanning for guy #2, but when he went back to looking for guy #1, he was leaving the store. At this point, Cain was invested in finding guy #2. He was intensely focused, and almost by pure luck, he spotted him. This guy was buck ass naked, sprinting from garden to lighting. The same aisle that guy #1 had been in before. Cain couldn’t believe it. Guy #1 had to have taken guy #2’s clothes and scattered them around. This was way more entertaining and important than anything his co-workers could be needing right now.

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I psyched myself up to dash through the aisle. There was a woman in paints stocking shelves with her back turned to me, and a few people weaving through the aisles. I waited until they ducked into an aisle and sprinted as fast and quietly as I could into the shelving a cross the way. I was officially in lighting, but I was in aisle 49, not 47. I couldn’t help but feel like eyes were on me. I kept looking around for people and made sure to stay hidden, but I still had an uneasy feeling. I made my way to the back of the store, where I assumed there would be less people, and using my same method of scoping out the aisles before sprinting across, I made my way fairly easily to aisle 47. I crawled along the shelf; eyes peeled for my underwear. I spotted them after making my way about halfway down. They were hanging on a hook with all the light switches and stuff but were across the aisle from me. I would have to cross the aisle and duck back into the shelves to put them on.

-

Cain watched the screen intently, waiting for guy #2 to appear. He had to have been in the same aisle as guy #1. Finally, Cain watched the guy poke his head out of the shelving, look both ways, then dart out into the aisle. His bubble butt was fully exposed as he reached up and grabbed something off the rack across the aisle before he ran back into the shelves. A minute later, Cain saw him at the end of the aisle, running from 47 to 46. He was now wearing his boxer briefs as well. Nice work, guy #2. Better watch out though, there’s a woman in 42 looking at paint samples. Cain half hoped she’d catch him and embarrass his ass. He stroked his cock slowly as he watched it unfold.

-

I was getting pretty efficient as aisle hopping, but Matt was right, the store was getting more crowded as the day wore on. I needed to pick up the pace. I headed toward the plumbing section. Aisle 35, no, 34. Fuck, which was it? Was it 34 and 15 or 35 and 14? Whatever, I still needed to get out of aisle 43 and this woman won’t pick a damn paint color and leave. Finally, I decided to risk it. She was turned slightly away from me and distracted anyway. I dashed across the aisle and then peeked back to see if she noticed. If she had seen or heard anything, she didn’t care enough to look up. After that, it was rinse and repeat until I reached the shower stalls in aisle 34. Luckily, my shorts were sitting in a shower pan on my side of the aisle, so I grabbed them and slipped them on. I still felt exposed but at least I was no longer indecent, just shirtless.

It took me the longest to get to the cabinets. I had to cross the rest of the bath stuff, then the hardware and tools sections. They were the busiest, so I had to do much more waiting. I felt like I was close to getting caught, but I was also getting a little more confident as I got more comfortable and less exposed. I made it to the cabinets, made sure the coast was clear, and started opening up doors and drawers, looking for my shirt. I wove through the different model kitchens and listened for anybody coming near, but this section was pretty dead. I rounded the corner to another model kitchen and jumped from the fright. An employee was standing right there, and he was holding my shirt. He had been so silent I hadn’t heard him as I snuck around back here.

“I’ve been watching your little game. Your buddy came through and scattered your shit around, your naked ass running around, risking terrorizing some poor customer. I ought to ban you from my store.”

I scanned the guy and his uniform. I noticed the nameplate that said CAIN: Asst. Manager. Fuck me. This didn’t sound like something Matt had set up like Budd the mechanic.

“I’m sorry, can I please have my shirt? I’ll find my friend and we’ll be on our way.”

“Your buddy already left; I assume he’s waiting outside for ya. But you’re gonna be a minute. I get paid dogshit for this job, so when I find a perk like this, I’m gonna take the opportunity. I’ll give you the shirt back, and I won’t ban you from my store, but you’re gonna suck my fucking cock. C’mon.”

Cain led me to the warehouse in the back. Luckily, we were right by the doors, so I didn’t have much risk of getting caught. We walked into the warehouse, which felt cold against my skin, making my nipples perk up. Cain pinched one of them.

“Got any piercing? Could use a few through these, make them even more sensitive.”

Cain pushed me down to my knees and peeled his shirt off as I pulled his pants down. I swallowed his long, skinny dick. My throat worked it like a champ, and I had Cain moaning and mumbling ‘fuck’ a lot immediately. Cain really liked playing with my nipples, which made me rock hard in my shorts. I reached in and stroked myself as I sucked him off. After a while, Cain pushed me off of him, and I fell back with my ass on the cool concrete floor.

“Y’know what? I’ve decided I want more than head. I saw that bubble butt when you were grabbing your undies, you’re gonna work me with that.”

Cain sat down on a pallet nearby and laid back. I spat on his cock and stood on the pallet above him. I squatted down and stuck his dick in me. It slid in super easy, as I was used to getting cored by mega cocks and this guy had a skinny dick. I didn’t let him know I felt that way though, I put on a show for him instead. I moaned and screamed like a bitch as I bounced up and down on his cock. He kept playing with my nipples and I reached down and did the same to his. After a while, my legs started hurting, so I hopped off his dick and laid down on my back on the pallet next to him. He got up and held my ankles to expose my hole. He stood, leaning his full weight onto my legs, and thrust into my hole hard. He fucked me fast and rough, and in this position he reached deep into my guts. I stroked my dick as he fucked me and before long, he moaned “I’m gonna cum” so I shot my load as he shot his. My hole pulsed and tightened around his cock as he bred me deep. He pulled out and stood over me, scowling.

“Now get dressed and get the fuck out of my store. If I catch you doing shit like this again I’ll call the cops on your ass.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“Oh and by the way, our security footage gets sent to corporate, so just know that some IT nerds in security are getting a laugh at watching your naked ass run around here. I made sure to shoot them an email giving them a heads up.”

My face turned red, but then I thought Matt might think it was fun to watch. “Any chance I can get a copy of that footage?”

“Fuck you think I am, a video store? No, it’s company property. I’m keeping a copy ‘cuz seeing your ass in my aisles is funny as fuck, and you’ll never fucking see it, which is also funny as fuck. Now get lost.”

I made my way back out to Matt’s car.

“What took so long? Just super busy in there?”

“Dickwad assistant manager caught me. Took my shirt and told me he’d ban me from the store, or I could take his cock.”

“Ah, so you lucked out and got some extra dick? I’d call that a successful errand! Let’s go finish up the yard, now, house slave.”

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!