Coercive Control

“Chop chop, Grant. Meet me at the car in 5 minutes.”

“On it,” I responded to Matt as I finished gathering some things into my briefcase. I had just gotten into the office, but we were meeting a client today and had to drive a few hours out to him, so we were hitting the road as early as possible. I passed Steven coming in on my way out the door.

“Have fun on your ‘work trip’ Grant,” he said, with air quotes. I figured he was just teasing and shot him a sneaky middle finger that our co-workers couldn’t see. He replied with a not so sneaky cock sucking motion. I rolled my eyes and headed out to Matt’s car, and we hit the road.

We chit chatted as we hopped on the highway, but after about 20 minutes, Matt was making Steven’s prophecy come true.

“How about my fag gives me a little good morning road head?” Matt asked as he grabbed my shoulder. I turned in my seat and bent down to his crotch.

“Don’t get too sloppy, I can’t have throat slime on my pants when we get to the meeting.”

What about my shirt getting dirty?! I thought. I didn’t argue though. I took Matt’s soft cock out of his pants and put it in my mouth. I sucked on it and used my tongue to play with his foreskin as it swelled in my mouth and filled me until it reached the back of my throat. Matt placed his forearm over the back of my neck as he grabbed the steering wheel, pinning my mouth onto his meat. I sucked and used my tongue as I couldn’t bob my head up and down, and Matt moaned as he drove down the highway. After a short while, Matt was feeding me my breakfast. I never got tired of the taste of Matt’s delicious load, his cum was so delicious. I licked my lips as Matt took his arm off my neck and let me sit back up in my seat.

“Nice job boy, you suck dick so well. My training has done wonders for you.”

“Is that a backhanded compliment or just patting yourself on the back?” I joked.

“Hm, getting a little bratty with me? Why don’t I remind you your place? Strip for me and throw your clothes in the back seat. You can ride like that the rest of the way maybe” Matt grinned and winked.

I regretfully did as I was told and sat there naked, hands covering my crotch and seatbelt covering my right nipple. Modest of me, right? After a while, Matt gave me part two of my naked task.

“I’m gonna pull up to this truck and you’re gonna give the driver a little show. Got it?”

I took my hands off my crotch and stared at the semi-truck as Matt approached on the driver’s side. He slowed to maintain the same speed once we were next to him, and I looked up at him with my dick in my hand. The guy was your stereotypical truck driver. Older man with a gray beard, wearing one of those mesh ballcap trucker hats. He glanced down at me and then looked back ahead. He then did a double take and licked his lips. He honked his horn a few times in approval.

“Give him a little show, then, fag.” Matt encouraged, so I started stroking my dick before Matt grabbed my shoulder again and pulled me over the center console, so my ass was in the air, mooning the trucker. He spanked my ass a few times on each cheek. He then rubbed his first two fingers on my hole before pulling them apart and spreading my hole open for the truck driver. I was getting horny from this, trying to distract myself from how goddamn dangerous this was right now. Thankfully, Matt stopped, and I sat back down. I looked back up at the trucker and he had a massive grin on his face. I think he was jerking off up in his cab as well.

Matt zipped the car ahead of the truck and put his blinker on, to turn into the upcoming rest stop. As we pulled off, the trucker followed.

“What about getting to the meeting, Sir?” I asked.

“I padded our schedule some in case any ‘hiccups’ like this occurred., Now throw your clothes back on so we can get out of the car for some fun.

There were no other cars in the rest stop parking lot. Matt and I got out of our car and walked into the men’s room. The trucker was pulling into his spot. The restroom was small, just a single handicap stall, one urinal, and one lavatory with a scratched-up mirror above it. The lighting was dim and the white tile that covered the floor and walls was more of a yellow-gray color. Matt guided me into the stall, and I sat on the toilet as I heard the trucker opening the door.

The trucker came into the restroom and walked right to us, unzipping his pants, and getting his hard dick out before his feet were even planted in front of me.

“This was just what I fucking needed this morning,” He muttered as he placed one hand on his hip and the other on the wall above me. I grasped his cock in my hand. It was about five inches long and buried in a thick bush of gray pubes. His nuts were invisible under the gray forest. I began sucking him off and inhaled his musk as I got his dick nice and slick. Matt had his cock in hand and was stroking at the sight. I sucked for a few more minutes before the trucker pulled away and told me to turn around.

I bent over the toilet and pulled my pants to my ankles. The trucker used one hand to guide his dick into my tight hole. He stood there as I rocked back and forth, stroking his cock with my fag cunt. After a bit, Matt came over and stood next to the toilet, and I twisted my body so I could suck his cock at the same time. I was fully hard but was not able to jerk off as I was using my hands to lean on the toilet seat and support myself. It only took a few minutes for the trucker to let out a low, gruff moan and breed my ass. Seconds later, Matt fed me his second load of the morning. I stood up and squeezed the precum out of my dick, which fell in a glob onto the tile floor.

The trucker zipped up his pants, thanked me, and then took a pit stop at the urinal before heading back outside.

“We should probably take a leak too before we get back on the road,” Matt suggested, as he walked over to the urinal.

“I’m alright, we only have another hour in the car anyway.”

“That was an order boy, come take a piss.” Matt said, zipping up and stepping away, giving me room at the urinal.

I thought it was weird he was being so demanding, but I did as I was told and mustered my bladder into action. I aimed at the piece of chewed gum sitting in the bowl as I pissed. When I was done, I reached up to pull the lever, but it didn’t seem to work.

“Huh, must be out of order.”

Matt and I walked back outside and passed a maintenance man emptying the parking lot trash cans. I checked him out as we walked past. He had a gray crewneck sweatshirt on and a pair of blue jeans that were cupping his ass cheeks and thick thighs. He had a tired looking face and some gray stubble along his jaw and down his neck. He gave us a nod and a “g’morning fellas,” as we passed him. I couldn’t help but think he knew what had just gone down in the men’s room. The rest of the day included nothing kinky, Matt and I had a boring meeting and then headed home.

The following Saturday, Matt invited me over for my next training session. I got to his house early in the morning and he told me we were hopping in the car. We drove back out of town along the same highway as the other day, and I pieced together that we were going back to the rest stop from this week. When we arrived, there was a car and a pickup truck in the parking area. When we got out of the car, I noticed the same maintenance man from before. Instead of walking to the restroom, Matt walked over to the man.

“Morning Chuck, I want you to meet Steven. He’s interested in being your next victim,” Matt said and they both chuckled. I shook Chuck’s hand and looked visibly confused.

“Shy lil guy, huh? No worries. Follow me boys.”

Chuck led the way to the back of the rest stop building and unlocked a door to the maintenance room. We walked down a couple concrete steps into the room, and Chuck flipped on a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.

“Well, here’s where the magic happens.”

I looked around the room and there wasn’t much, just some plumbing and electrical equipment. The main thing that seemed weird was the TV mounted to the wall. Across from that was the white PVC waste pipes running across the ceiling to the corner of the room, where they went down below the floor. Matt offered some explanation.

“So Grant, since you loved being a urinal at the club last month, I set this session up with Chuck. You’ll sit right here on the floor hooked up to a gag that’ll feed you the piss from the urinal up top. The TV here will have a live video feed of the restroom so you can see when you’re getting used. It’s Thanksgiving weekend, so lots of travelers will need to relieve themselves, I’m sure.”

I looked at Matt in shock, who would have thought something like this even existed, let alone I was gonna do it for him. I wondered if that’s why Matt had asked me to piss when we were here last time. As if he read my mind:

“Yes, we fed another fag our piss this week. See for yourself.”

Chuck was holding a remote and flipped the TV on. He clicked play on a video file and I saw footage of the urinal. The camera must have been mounted to the ceiling on the wall across the room, so it would just film the back of guys’ heads when they stood at the urinal. I watched Matt and myself walk in and then out of frame, and the trucker followed. Chuck fast forwarded until we were done in the stall and then played the footage of all three of us pissing. By the end of the video, I was fully erect thinking about the poor sucker sitting where I was about to be.

“Looks like you’re ready to get hooked up then, boy,” Chuck said as he walked me over to the wall where I would be installed. He had me strip naked then sat me down on the damp concrete floor. He then pulled out some leather restraints and chained my wrists and ankles to rings bolted to the floor so I would stay in place. Next, he grabbed a leather gag that wrapped around my face and fastened it in the back. The gag had a small length of rubber tube that rested in my mouth on my tongue. More rubber tube fed out the front of the gag, which Chuck attached to a small length of pipe, an offshoot from the urinal drain.

“Once I turn this valve, it’ll block the other pipe and you’ll be the main drain. Don’t let the pipe get backed up. If you do, the urinal will overflow, and you’ll have to clean up the mess upstairs. Also, I’ve shut off the water to the urinal, so nobody will be flushing you out. You good to go?”

I gave Chuck two thumbs up, and he smiled, then turned around and flipped the TV to a live feed. He then came back over and turned the valve to open my mouth for business. Matt gave me a wink before Chuck flipped the light switch off, and they shuffled out of the room. I heard Chuck locking the door behind them. I sat in silence for a few seconds, watching the empty restroom on the TV screen. Then, Matt and Chuck came into view.

I could see the side of Matt’s face for a split second before he turned and faced the urinal. I could hear the piss running down the pipe and then felt it on my tongue. The rush of warm liquid filled my mouth quickly and I gagged on it. Some spilled out the sides of the gag and onto my chest. I got my bearings and gulped down the rest, though. Matt pissed quite a bit; I think he must have chugged some water to make sure he had a nice full bladder for me. He turned around and shook his soft cock at the camera as he smiled at me, before putting it away and giving Chuck a turn at the urinal. He unleashed a stream of piss that flooded my mouth as well. I didn’t spill any of Chuck’s as I was more prepared this time. His load was smaller, but stronger. I swallowed it all and watched the men leave the restroom.

Over the next hour or so, a few men came in and used the urinal. I could never get a very good look at them, just a quick second of their side profiles before they turned away from me and unknowingly used their urinal fag. I wondered how well this secret had been kept and if any of the men up there knew there was a fag chained up in the maintenance closet drinking from their taps. I thought this task would be very similar to the task at the gay club, but it was not. The men did not know I was here, so I was not giving any sexual satisfaction. I was simply a piece of the plumbing for the men’s convenience. They pissed a lot harder since they were not trying to drag out their time spent humiliating the fag. The piss was also much stronger than it had been at the club. These men were not pounding drinks, they were probably trying to not drink so they wouldn’t have to stop as often. This meant the piss was much more rank and acidic. Lastly, I had to drink every drop, not just open my mouth, and let it pour out or let them aim all over my face and body. It did not take long for my belly to expand, filled with the hot golden liquid these unaware doms were feeding me.

As the day wore on, traffic picked up, and Matt was right, lots of people were travelling for Thanksgiving. Lots of college kids were going home for the week and stopping in to use me. Quite a few truckers, and a random assortment of men in general kept me very busy. It wasn’t long before I needed to piss as well. My dick had been soft for a while, but it chubbed up at the thought of the men’s piss running though my body before I expelled it and made a mess all over myself. I couldn’t hold my own dick to aim at the floor drain, and my only choice was to unleash my stream wherever my dick was aiming itself. I had grown to full mast, so my little soldier was aiming straight up. I let loose and a stream of piss arced up above me and landed on my face and chest. It flowed down my body and created a puddle. I immediately felt the chill of the wetness covering my skin, and the dark underground concrete sucking the warmth from my body. The piss formed a stream along the floor toward the drain in the center of the room.

I don’t know how long it had been, but I spent at least a few more hours chugging piss, watching men on the tv, and pissing myself. At one point, I saw someone walk in and it piqued my interest because I recognized that face. It was Reid, one of my old friends from college. He still lived in town and must have just been travelling for the holiday. We had stayed close until I started becoming Matt’s slave, then I started drifting. I wonder what he would think if he ever found out what I had been up to, or that I now knew what his piss tasted like. As Reid pissed, I thought about how I wished Chuck had installed the camera above the urinal, so I could see the cocks as they pissed for me. I realized that was really my favorite part about when I drank piss at the club. I was looking right up at the slit in the men’s cock heads as they opened up and unleashed on me. I got no satisfaction like that here. Only the view of their backs and then the taste of their piss seconds later.

Overall, I served the rest stop for about four hours. I have no idea how much piss I drank, but if I had to guess, it was well over one hundred guys who came in. I heard Matt and Chuck at the door, coming to release me. When the door flung open, the light shining in blinded me, as I had adjusted to no light except the tv screen. Chuck came in first and immediately flipped the valve so I would be done.

“How was it, Grant?” Matt asked excitedly. I gave him two thumbs up, as Chuck had not undone my gag yet. Chuck continued wrapping up by turning the TV off and then the water to flush the urinal back on. He then grabbed a hose and attached it to a small spigot in the room. He turned the water on and aimed it at me. He washed the piss off of me and down the drain. The water went from cold to freezing cold, and I shivered as it ran down my body. Chuck then undid my restraints and gag. I breathed heavy.

“Thanks Sir, appreciate it.”

“So, how was it? Everything you dreamed of?” Chuck asked.

“Probably everything Matt dreamed of,” I smiled at Matt. “Seriously though, I enjoyed it. It got me so riled up thinking about them not knowing I was down here. No sexual satisfaction for them, just going about their day, relieving their bladder.”

“Sometimes that a fag’s job,” Matt interjected. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up, now, fag.”

I got dressed and we headed home, Matt and I showered together. He soaped up my body and was rubbing our dicks together, getting them hard.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and drink another load of my piss, fag?” Matt said jokingly.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get the taste of piss out of my mouth Sir.”

“Well how about instead I try coating your mouth with a load of my cum to get the piss taste out?”

“I guess it’s worth a shot,” I said as I got down on my knees.

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!