Coercive Control

by P.J.

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Grant

Saturday night, ten o-clock. I was not out partying, or even spending time with Matt or friends. I was at the gym, in the weights room getting a pump in. It was much later than usual for me, but I had specifically waited until late to come tonight. The other day Matt had tasked me to expose myself in public somewhere. He told me to come up with my own idea and to make it impressive. My plan was to do something here at the gym because Matt had been really turned on by my bulking progress lately, so I thought this would be fitting. There was one other guy in here with me, and I was waiting for him to finish up so I could jump into action.

He didn’t leave though. We had been there for an hour before I finally tried to casually ask him how much longer he would be without sounding rude. He told me he’d be another full hour. I didn’t want to wait that long, so I decided to just be frank with him.

“I’m just asking because a friend of mine gave me a little challenge, a dare if you will. I was gonna wait for you to go, but if you don’t mind…”

“Uh? Go ahead, I guess.” He looked at me, confused.

“Thank you, and sorry about all this,” I said, as I walked back to my side of the room. I threw some weights on the squat rack and then peeled my shirt off, revealing my pecs and slave collar. I could see the guy watching me in the mirror as he continued lifting. He still looked confused. I then set up my phone camera and started recording a video. I went over to the weight rack, grabbed my waistband, and pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. Facing away from the camera, I did a set of squats, my ass cheeks splitting with every motion down. As I returned up, I glanced at the other guy in the room, and he was still watching me out of the corner of my eye. He did not seem amused. I grabbed my phone, got redressed, and thanked the guy for putting up with me before heading out for the night.


Matt

Sunday morning, I got my coffee and watched the leaves blow around on my back patio as I sat in my sleep shorts and thought about the fun that was about to ensue with the boys. Grant and Steven were coming over, but neither knew what they were getting into today, and that mystery was part of what was turning me on so much. Pretty soon after, I heard the doorbell. When I answered, both boys were standing there, silently. It looked like they were biting their tongues, like they had just been bickering. What a good way to start today’s activities!

“Good morning faggots, come in and have a seat over on the couch.” I motioned them in and they both did as they were told. I went and sat in my armchair across from them and crossed one leg over the other. I was not wearing any underwear, so this meant Grant got to see my cock as a little treat.

“I know I didn’t tell either of you what we were getting up to today, or that we were even gonna be playing together. Basically, I wanted to have a little friendly competition. You both are so competitive with each other, so I thought it would be nice to host a little faggot Olympics and see where each of your talents really lie. Let’s say the winner gets bragging rights obviously but will also get to Dom the other for the rest of the night.”

Both boys looked at me with shock, fear, anticipation, and fires in their eyes. I had them right where I wanted them.

“Today, there will be a series of five tasks. Each round one of you will win and score a point, first to three wins. The first task has already begun. I told you both to do some public exhibition and impress me. I hope you both did the task, or you’ll forfeit automatically.” Both boys shook their heads that they had completed. “Let’s see who’s more impressive. Steven first.”

Steven fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled up a video. He was standing in the underwear aisle of the store. He proceeded to pull his hard dick out of his shorts and stroke it some. He then grabbed one of the packs of underwear, the kind in those plastic containers. He pulled a pair out and unrolled it. I adjusted the growing erection in my shorts. Steven proceeded to jerk off into the underwear and shoot his load. It was an impressive amount of cum. He then rolled the underwear back up before repackaging it and putting it back on the shelf.

“Very nice boy, did you buy the underwear after, or did you leave them?”

“I left them for someone else to find.”

“Fuck that’s a good boy. Alright Grant, can you top that?”

Grant pulled up his video. He backed away from the camera with his big fag pecs in frame before lining up under the squat rack. That’s when I noticed the other guy in the video. Fuck! That was sexy that another guy for sure was catching him. The guy didn’t even look turned on; he was honestly kind of scowling. Grant then pulled his shorts down revealing his globes of an ass and did his squats. With each squat, his cheeks separated, and I could see a bit of his pink hole in there. The guy with him looked disgusted, and I was horny as fuck watching.

“Nice work, both of you. I’ve gotta give Grant that point, with that guy in the background there’s no competition.” Grant beamed with pride while Steven scowled. “Don’t get all pouty on me Steven, there’s a long way to go. Let’s head down to the basement for round two, some predicament bondage.”


Steven

Good, I should have a better chance at this one, as long as Grant hasn’t gotten too strong lately. Matt led us down to the dungeon, where he had set up two stools in the middle of the room. He had us strip and sat us each down in one of them so that we were sitting on the edge, our nuts hanging off the front. He then pulled my nuts down and wrapped a piece of leather around them. This was attached to a rope that he tied off to a ring in the floor, tight. He did the same to Grant.

Next, Matt took my wrists and tied them together with rope, before tossing the rope over the ceiling joists and tied them off so my arms were above my head. Same for Grant. Then we each got an anal hook inserted into our asses. The hooks were pulled tight as Matt tied them off similar to our wrists.

“On the count of three, I’m pulling the stools away, and you will stay in this position until you tell me to stop you, then you’ll lose. Got it?” We both nodded our heads. Matt pulled the stools away and we were going.

The squatting position was not fun to be in. As you lowered yourself to relieve your balls, the hook pulled hard on your tailbone. In reaction, you would want to raise up, but then your nuts would get tugged on, pulling you back down. There was no way to escape your legs burning from the squat position. It did not take long before Grant and I were both sweating and groaning. I just hoped that Grant’s leg work out last night meant he was still sore today and weaker than I was. After a few minutes, I heard Grant speak up.

“Steven, wanna make a deal?” He said through gritted teeth. “You let me win this one and I’ll let you win the next one.” Bingo. He didn’t think he could beat me. This just lit a fire under my ass to outdo him and tie up the scoreboard.

“Fat chance, Grant, I could go all day.” I tried to sound like I was in less pain than him.

“I’m out,” Grant huffed. Matt jumped in and gave us our stools back, before untying us.’

“Point for Steven, you’re all tied up boys.” Matt announced with a chuckle. “Next task is solo. Grant, you’ll go first since you lost the last round. Stay here. Steven, you’ll wait upstairs until I come get you for your turn.


Grant

Steven headed up the stairs, shutting the door behind him. Matt guided me to the tall wooden chair where I had endured my first fuck machine session. He sat me in it and strapped me in place, so my groin was exposed.

“Alright boy, the next task is cock and ball torture. I’ve got my riding crop and you’re gonna beg me to beat your balls with it. I’ll go for as long as you tell me to. Whichever of you two takes more hits wins.”

“Yes Sir,” I said, gritting my teeth. I hate CBT, and pain in general. The last task was already painful enough. I needed to power through to beat Steven though. I don’t know how much pain he can take but it’s probably more than me.

“Hit me.” SMACK! “Hit me.” SMACK! “Again.” SMACK! “Again.” SMACK! 

The tears started running down my face as the pain welled up, first in my balls, then in my gut. I needed to keep going though. I begged for more, and Matt delivered with a vengeance. I took 21 hits in total before I stopped asking for more. I was fairly proud of myself but nervous about what Steven could handle.

Matt sent me upstairs and told me to send down Steven. I waited, sitting on the couch. I tried to listen for the riding crop hitting Steven’s nuts so I could count, but I couldn’t hear a thing. It felt like forever before Matt called me back downstairs.

“With a score of 34, Steven has beaten out your 21, Grant. He’s leading with two points now. You lost again, so you’ll go first again. Steven, scram.”


Steven

I scurried back upstairs, super excited about winning the last challenge. I hope there will be more pain because Grant is a little bitch about that. I wish I’d known I didn’t have to do so many though, stopping at 22 would have been nice, I thought as I held my aching nuts. I tried to think about what the next task would be. After some time, Grant came upstairs with a grin on his face and told me to go down.

I walked downstairs to find a bench with an assortment of dildos sitting on top, ascending in size. There were ten of them. The first being tiny and the last seeming impossible.

“Alright Steven, you’re gonna start at the small end and work your way up. You’re done when you can’t get one fully to the bottom. Get lubed up and get riding.”

I grabbed the greasy lube and slicked up my hole. The first three dildos were super easy, being really skinny and fairly short. I hopped across them, barely resting at the bottoms. I wanted to get onto the main event. The next dildo was about 1.5 inches wide, and 9 inches long. I slid onto it more slowly, but it went in easy enough. I stayed bouncing on it for a few seconds to get my hole warmed up for the next one. I got onto the next two with some effort, they were 2 and 2.5 inches wide. The seventh dildo is where I struggled. It was 2.75 inches wide and 12 inches long. After some coercing, I got it about halfway in, but it just wouldn’t go any further. I bounced up and down a bit, trying to give it all I had, but finally I gave up. I just had to hope I made it further than Grant, who Matt was calling back downstairs. Grant grinned as he looked at the dildos, seeing my lube residue.  I knew he had just beaten me.

“Grant got all the way down on dildo number 8, Steven, you only got dildo number 6 all the way in. Grant wins this round, and we’re all the way tied back up with two points each.”


Matt

It was time for the final task. I was excited that the boys were tied because if one of them had one three by now, we wouldn’t get to play with last game. Steven was up first. I took him to the middle of the room and strung him up, wrists bound and pulled over his head. Ankles spread apart and tied down to give me full access. I also grabbed my fuck machine and lined it up so it could impale Steven’s ass vertically, as well as my riding crop from the CBT session and my wooden paddle. I also grabbed a bottle of lube and a deck of cards.

“Alright Steven, final round, for all the marbles. We’re gonna play a card game I concocted called Pain or Pleasure. It’s really pretty simple. Each card suit tells me what to do to you and the numbers tell me how many or how long. Black is pain, red is pleasure. A spade tells me to hit your nuts with the riding crop, like the task earlier. A heart tells me to edge that dick of yours for so many minutes, but not let you orgasm. A club means I’m gonna take this paddle to your ass, and a diamond means the fuck machine will work your hole for so many minutes. Face cards are each worth ten minutes or hits. Aces are special. For each Ace, I’ll stroke your dick vigorously for thirty seconds. I won’t let up and if you cum you’re done. Whoever gets further in the deck without blowing their load wins. Any questions?”

“No Sir.”

“Good, let’s begin.” I flipped the top card over and reveal the six of hearts. “Six minutes edging.”

The first eight cards included six pleasure and two pain. After nine spanks and six nut taps, Steven got two minutes of fuck machine, followed by ten more minutes of fuck machine. Then I drew the first ace. After the fuck machine, Steven was already hard, so I lubed up my hand and stroked him as fast as I could. He moaned and squirmed in pleasure but tried to keep from cumming. It was over before he knew it and he was on to the next card, eight nut taps.

The front half of the deck was a lot of pleasure, so by the time we got to card sixteen, Steven was really worked up. I drew the queen of diamonds and gave him ten minutes of fuck machine. Immediately after was the ten of hearts. Ten minutes of edging later, I draw the four of diamonds. I turn the fuck machine back on and as the dildo enters Steven, he starts spurting cum. I turn up the fuck machine and watch as a single spurt of cum paints the floor at me feet. The rest of the cum just oozes out of his dick and runs down, dripping pathetically and ruining his orgasm.

“Alright fag, that’s a wrap. You lasted an hour and a half, and up to card eighteen. Let’s see if Grant can beat you.”

As I untied Steven, I thought about how brutal that back-to-back pleasure was for Steven. I wondered if Grant could beat it or if he would tie and I would have to come up with a tiebreaker. I sent Steven up and had him fetch Grant.


Grant

I waited forever for Steven and Matt to be done. I wondered what on earth this final task could be. After almost two hours, Matt was finally ready for me. He explained the game to me as he tied me up. He made sure to tell me I was doing the deck in the exact same order as Steven. I was super excited to play. Since pain was not my favorite, I was hoping that peppering it in would keep me from getting too horny and cumming too soon. I wondered how far Steven had gotten but Matt was sure as hell not gonna tell me.

I made it through the first ten or so cards perfectly fine, the first ace came and went without me breaking a sweat.  The next bit was more difficult, there was a lot less pain than I expected, but it made me nervous because that meant it was all waiting in the lower bits of the deck. I made it through a really intense section of pleasure, and Matt seemed to show a little expression, like he was impressed with me. I wondered if I had just beaten Steven. I didn’t want to risk it though; Matt could have just been impressed that both of us were able to get through so much edging and fuck machine.

I continued until we got to the queen of hearts. This meant ten minutes of edging, which was plenty of time to get me right to the edge and leaking precum multiple times. Once Matt was done, he drew the next card. Shit. It was the ace of hearts. I had just been brought to the edge and now Matt was gonna hold nothing back. I braced myself and Matt went to town on me. I squirmed and screamed, trying not to let myself be brought over the edge. After what felt like forever, Matt let go. He stood there watching, waiting to see if I was going to cum hands free after the fact. I didn’t though, and I could feel myself calming down and the swelling feeling of a building load subsided. I was ready for more.

At least I thought I would be. The next six cards were all pain. Then there was the eight of hearts. Then four more pain cards. My ass cheeks and nuts were incredibly sore that this point. I got another relief with the three of diamonds. I got fucked with the machine for a few minutes, then Matt pulled the ace of clubs. I tried my squirming technique, but the fuck machine had worked me up too much. I spurted hot ropes of cum across the floor, but Matt did not let up. He kept stroking my cock as it came, and I writhed around from the overstimulation. Finally, my thirty seconds was up, and I was excited to hear if Steven had beaten me or not.

“Fuck Grant, the was a real unlucky streak you had there for a while. You lasted two hours and ten minutes, making it to card 36. Let’s call Steven back down here.”

I wondered if I had endured enough to win. Steven was really good with pain, so I’m sure he breezed through that.

“Alright fags, congratulations are due for…... Grant!” My jaw dropped. “Steven only had 18 cards, he couldn’t get past the back-to-back ten-minute fuck machine and edging.”

“Haha, what the hell, that was so early on,” I light-heartedly punched Steven’s arm. He gave me a side eye.

“Alright Grant, it looks like you get to Dom Steven for the rest of the evening. I’ll be enjoying the show for sure. What should your fag do for you first?”

“Well, I’m definitely gonna have to give him a load or two once I rest up a bit,” I teased, “but for now, I think I should return the favor he paid me way back when he used me as his urinal at the club. Get on your knees Steven, open wide, and beg for my piss.”


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!

by P.J.

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