Coercive Control

“Hey Grant, come to my office really quick?”

“Be right there.”

I paused my work and made my way back to Matt’s office. He gestured for me to sit across from him.

“Hey there. We’ve got this charity event next weekend and Jeff had to back out so there’s an open spot someone at the firm needs to fill. You open to going? Free dinner, silent auction, should be as fun as one of these things can be.”

“I don’t know Matt, doesn’t really sound like my jam.” It sounded miserable to be honest.

“Well to be frank, I was only really asking out of courtesy. Bruce told me to tell you you’re going. I know he acts like things are cool with your mistake, but he’s still holding that over your head and is judging your normal job performance in addition to your blowjobs and foot rubs for him. So, clear any plans you had next Saturday if you want to stay on his good side.”

“Uh, okay Sir. How fancy is this thing?”

“Black tie. It’s at that new ballroom downtown. I’ll email you the invite. You have a suit, right?”

“Uh, not a nice enough one I doubt.”

“Alright, I’ll hook you up with my tailor. I’m sure he can fit you in later this week.”

A few days later, I was taking off work early to meet with this tailor. Matt had sent me the address and I plugged it into my phone. Langley Tailor Shoppe. Matt had also given me his company credit card to charge my suit to, which was nice. I arrived at the tailor and walked in, greeted by an older but refined looking man behind a counter.

“Afternoon, Sir, how may I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Grant Collins. Matt Anderson set up an appointment.”

“Ah yes, right this way Mr. Collins. I’m Edward Langley. You can call me Ed.”

Ed took me back to a side room where he had a few suits laid out and a large three-section mirror wrapped around a pedestal. He led me to the pedestal and I stepped up. He then took a tape measure out of his pocket and began taking my measurements.

“Matt gave me a rough idea that I picked a few suits from, but I just want to make sure we’re trying on suits that will fit.”

Ed ran the tape around my neck, then my chest. I couldn’t tell if I was being paranoid, but it seemed like he lingered around my pecs for a while and brushed my nipples quite a bit. Matt had set this thing up so I wouldn’t put it past him, but I also couldn’t just come out and accuse this guy of fondling me. What the hell do I know anyway? I’ve never done this kind of thing, maybe it’s just typical. I let Ed continue and he ran the tape down my side and then squatted in front of me. His face was right in front of my crotch as he ran the tape up my leg until his knuckles were rubbing against my nuts. I jumped a little from the touching, but Ed just pulled away and walked over to the suits.

“I think these will work, lets try this one on first.”

Ed stepped out of the room, and I got changed into the suit. It seemed really tight and uncomfortable. I looked in the mirror and the top looked alright, but my pecs were pulling the buttons of the white shirt apart some. The pants were skintight, wrapped tight around my thighs. You could barely see the outline of my dick if you were looking closely. There was no way this suit would work. Ed walked back in.

“Looks just about perfect! What do you think?”

“Uh, I think it’s a little tight, Ed.” I said, tugging the pants down, as they were riding up my legs.

“Oh, come on, you’re young and hip. This is the style everybody wants to be in these days. I don’t dress anyone in those frumpy suits unless they’re sixty years old. Let me remeasure the inseam though, since you can’t seem to stop tugging at them.”

Ed bent back down and I spread my legs a little to give him room to work without groping me, but I gasped in shock as the middle seam of the pants burst open, all the way from the top of my ass to the bottom of the zipper. My bright red briefs were exposed for the world to see.

“Well, I guess you were right that these won’t do,” Ed joked. “Let’s get them off so we can try on another pair.”

I expected Ed to leave, but he reached up and unbuttoned the pants and slid them off of me. My face was as red as my underwear. Ed chuckled as he grabbed my bulge and fondled it.

“No wonder the pants were too tight with what you’re packing. Let’s see just how much more room I’m gonna have to give you.”

I guess I had been right about the signals I was getting from this guy earlier. Who was I to turn down some action though? I watched as Ed reached into my underwear and pulled my semi-erect dick out. I turned my head to look in the mirror as he put my dick in his mouth and started sucking. I quickly grew to fully erect, and held Ed’s head, guiding him on and off my cock. He reached up and fondled my nipples as he worked. I could tell Ed had many years’ experience sucking dick, as he maneuvered his tongue around my shaft and head, making me moan in pleasure. After a short while, I unloaded into his mouth and he happily swallowed my load.

“Perfect,” Ed said, getting to his feet and wiping his lips on the back of his hand. “Now let’s get back down to business.”

Ed fitted me with a suit and hemmed it up until it was adjusted correctly. Once he was satisfied, he led me back to the front counter. I paid with the company card, and thanked Ed for everything.

“If you really wanna thank me, why don’t you come back behind the counter and give me the tip I deserve?”

I was happy to oblige, and quickly inhaled Ed’s cock.

I threw on the suit jacket and looked in the mirror. Ed had done a really nice job with the suit, I looked sharp. He had talked me into tighter pant’s still, but I was confident these ones would not burst at the seams. Matt picked me up and we headed to the venue.

“Looking spiffy, Grant.”

“Thanks, Sir. You clean up pretty well yourself!” I said it jokingly, but Matt honestly looked really sexy all dressed up. He wore a jet black bowtie which really turned me on for some reason.

We got to the auction and found our table, where Bruce and his wife, as well as a few other co-workers were seated. Bruce pretended I did not exist, as I expected of him, and that was okay. I was hanging out with Matt as much as I could. He did mingle quite a bit without me though, so I chatted with a few people I recognized from other things around town. As I chatted with people, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. I didn’t know if it was the new suit, or something I had eaten, but I couldn’t shake a paranoid feeling.

I went to the bathroom to get a break. As I stood at the urinal, I felt like I was being watched. There had been a guy at the sinks, so I turned to glance back up at him. I saw his eyes dart to and from me a few times in the mirror. He had definitely been starting at me, but he quickly left. When I left, I started to notice other people’s eyes on me. Was I wearing something wrong? Did I have something in my teeth? Had my pants ripped again?! I went to find Matt and saw him in the hallway looking down at his phone. When I walked up to him, though, he shooed me away and told me to keep mingling and enjoying myself. I just went back to my seat and chatted with Bruce’s wife, trying to keep my mind off it. At one point I ran into Mateo, one of Matt’s friends that had used me at the football game a couple weeks ago.

“Evening, sexy,” He whispered in my ear as he crept up behind me. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Hey there!” I said as I shook Mateo’s hand. He put his other hand on my shoulder, discreetly brushing my neck with his fingers. This sent a rush of pleasure over my body. He looked incredible all dressed up and smelled amazing too. His cologne mixed with that familiar smell of his skin I had become so well acquainted with. I barely knew the guy, but I was already more at ease tonight. I spent a long while chatting with him about the evening, work, and life. He seemed really genuine, and I learned a little about his family and that he works as a sales rep for medical equipment.

“This party blows, why don’t we go find a corner to ourselves?” Mateo suggested. I followed him through the doors and down the hallway. He led me away from the party down a dark corridor, until he grabbed me by the biceps and pushed me up against a door, embracing me in a kiss. I glanced back down the hall from where we had come, but when I saw the dark empty corridor, I was put at ease. I opened my mouth and allowed Mateo to invade me with his tongue. He grabbed the door handle behind me, and we scrambled into a janitor closet.

We each quickly took our suit jackets off and started unbuttoning each other’s shirts and pants. Once we had finished undressing, Mateo wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug and ran them up and down my back and ass as he kissed my neck. I moaned softly, making sure not to make too much noise. He had my arms pinned to my sides, but I was able to reach in front of me to our cocks. I grabbed my own with my left hand, and Mateo’s with my right. I pulled his foreskin back and then rubbed our dicks together, transferring some of his precum to my head. I continued working our slick dicks while Mateo’s fingers crawled between my ass cheeks and started prying my hole open.

Mateo laid on his back across piles of paper towels. I climbed on top of him with my ass in his face and my face in his crotch. He continued fingering me and ate my ass while I sucked on his hairy balls and jerked him off. Mateo liked sticking two or four fingers in my hole and pulling apart to see how I stretched. When he would release, my hole would gape until I clenched it shut. This made Mateo’s cock twitch. I sucked on his cock until it was coated from tip to base in my throat slime. I then got up and squatted over Mateo, sliding his cock into me. I rode Mateo’s cock, grinding my hips forward and back.

“Fuck fag, I knew your hole would feel so good. I should have fought Dmitri for a piece of it last time before he blew you out sloppy.”

“Well you’re not sloppy seconds tonight Sir.” I said as I clenched my hole tighter around Mateo.

“Fuck, take my load, bitch,” Mateo grunted and seeded me. “Want me to finish you off now?”

“No Sir, it’s all about you. Don’t worry about me.”

“Good answer, kid.”

Once Mateo was soft, he had me suck his cock clean before he got redressed. I offered to wait back a few minutes, so we didn’t look so suspicious leaving together. As Dmitri finished putting his jacket on, he said something that caught me off guard.

“Thanks Grant. I knew I could get that hole without paying up.”

Before I could even process what he had just said, he had slipped through the door. I wouldn’t see him for the rest of the night. I got dressed and returned to the event a few minutes later. The rest of the night was incredibly dull compared to the fun I had just had. I went back to feeling uneasy as well. After what felt like forever, the night was finally over. I hadn’t won anything in the silent auction and was just happy to be alone in the car with Matt, relaxed and away from the crowd. Matt untied his bowtie, which was sitting on the bed of his chest hair in his now unbuttoned shirt. I wanted to bury my face into his chest right here in the parking lot, but I resisted.

“Have fun tonight, Grant? I saw you and Mateo running off together. Hopefully not getting into too much trouble.”

“Just the perfect amount of trouble actually.”

“Haha, that’s good to hear. Well anyways, good news boy. You raised quite a bit of money tonight.”

“What do you mean?” I thought back to Mateo’s comment.

“Well, the company is writing a fat donation check and I came to Bruce with the idea to offset some of the cost. I reached out to friends and colleagues of mine who would be here tonight and might be interested in a separate silent auction I was organizing. One weekend of Grant Collins telling you nothing but ‘Yes, Sir’. Ended up raising plenty of money, and Bruce is happy that you’re willing to do that for the firm.”

I was in complete shock; I didn’t know what to say. Matt had just pimped me out tonight without me even knowing. I understood that Matt had done similar things in the past, but this seemed different. More intense. No wonder I felt like I had eyes on me all night, these men were checking out the goods before they bid on me.

-

The following Tuesday, I was sitting at my desk working, and I got a call on my cell from Matt.

“Hey Grant, could you do me a favor and come down to the courthouse?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in twenty. What for?” I said as I started making my way to my car.

“Ran into a snag with the McElroy case. I’ll fill you in when you get here.”

Matt had been working on this case for a few weeks now and had just filed a motion for mistrial. There must have been an issue with that. I don’t know what it could have been, the prosecutors clearly doctored evidence and the judge had agreed with Matt last week. I also didn’t know how I was going to be able to help. I arrived at the courthouse and Matt was just inside the front doors. We walked to a small conference room and Matt closed the door behind us.

“What’s the issue? Something with the prosecutors?”

“Nah it’s that asshole Paul,” Matt said, referring to Judge Keller.

“He’s not granting us the mistrial?”

“He was going to and said this morning that it’s a very reasonable request, but when I met him in his chambers after, he dropped a bomb on me. He told me that he’s pissed he didn’t win you in the auction last weekend. He’s only gonna grant us the mistrial if he gets to have you. Right now.”

“I don’t fucking want to do that, he’s like eighty,” I grimaced.

“I don’t want you to have to either, but you don’t have a choice. This case is already shaky, and we lose without this mistrial. I’m not losing it to some pervert blackmailing me. Also, you realize Bruce would be pissed if he found out it was your fault that we lost another case?”

“It’s not my fault though! It’s this asshole Keller. Can’t we just, like, report him for harassment or misconduct or something?”

“Yeah, that would be great for us to make an enemy and for him to look deeper into how I was auctioning off sex with one of my employees. C’mon Grant, do this for me. I need this win for myself as much as Bruce needs it for the firm.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll do it for you Matt. I deserve a raise, you know?”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll work with Bruce on that raise. I promise.”

 Now go, Paul is waiting in his chambers right now.”

Matt and I parted ways and it crossed my mind how Matt had blackmailed me so long ago, and now that it was happening to him, he was squirming, just like I had been. But for some reason, I still got the short end of the stick and had to be punished for Matt’s blackmail. I made my way to Judge Keller’s chambers and walked in slowly, shutting the door behind me. He watched me intently as I walked over to his desk and stood in front of him.

“Grant, I presume.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Spin for me. Let’s see the goods,” he said as he twirled his finger in the air. I raised my arms and slowly turned in place, feeling Keller’s eyes pierce through my clothes. He watched me intently, his glasses hanging off the tip of his nose. He wore his black robe and stayed silent for a long while as I showed off for him.

“Take your tie off. Slower, slower. Now unbutton a few of those on top.” I did as I was told and quickly felt much more naked than I had seconds ago, even though just my collarbone was exposed. Keller put his feet up on his desk and leaned back in his chair. He crossed his fingers and rested his hands on his belly.

“Finish giving me a show then, Grant. Strip down and show off for me.”

I had never done anything like a strip tease before, but I tried my best to do a good job, for Matt’s case. I started with my belt, I slowly unbuckled it and then spun in place as I pulled it through my belt loops. I then unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way, working from top to bottom before pulling the tucked bottom out of my pants. I turned around and then pulled my shirt down off my shoulders and tossed it aside. Next, I turned back around and unzipped my pants slowly, revealing the waistband of my white briefs. I turned back around and exposed my ass as I slowly pulled the slacks down and kicked them aside, slipping out of my shoes at the same time.

I then was in just my underwear, socks, and chain collar. This entire time, Keller had not moved a muscle. I had no clue if I was doing well or not. I grabbed my bulge and squeezed it a few times, making myself harder and fuller in my underwear. I then sat in the chair across from Judge Keller and stuck my feet out. I grabbed the toe of one sock and pulled it until it had slipped off, revealing my foot. I repeated with the other. I got up on my knees in the chair and leaned over the back, sticking my ass out toward Keller. I pulled my waistband down and spread my ass cheeks to show him my hole before pulling the briefs back up. I stood back up and pulled the briefs down and removed them, revealing my dick. I tugged on it to finish getting it hard, and then I pulled out the trick any guy who’d been in a high school locker room knew. I gyrated my hips and windmilled my dick around for a while. This finally made Keller crack a small smile.

Judge Keller motioned for me to come to his side of the desk. I did as I was told, and he turned me around so he could get at my ass. His hands were cold and calloused, and he fondled and spanked my cheeks a few times. The spanks were not fun, he hit hard. I did not make a sound though, taking them like a man. He then spun me around and pinched my nipples with one hand while he fondled my crotch with the other. He seemed to focus a lot of attention on the shaved area above my dick, stroking it with his fingers. I had just shaved Sunday night, so I was still very smooth. I think he liked it, though I couldn’t read his body language well. Keller then pushed me back until I was laying on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I heard some strange noises and then his lips around my dick. He gnawed lightly on my shaft, but I did not feel pain from his teeth. Oh my God! He had taken his dentures out!

Keller gave me a blowjob and I tried to bring myself over the edge quickly so we could be done. He honestly was doing a good enough job to get me there pretty soon. He sucked and slobbered on my dick while he had my balls in a tight grip that he was yanking. I tried to get it out of my head that this ancient man was giving me head, trying to enjoy it the best I could. Finally, I whispered “I’m cumming,” and fed Keller my load.

Once I got back to the office, I went straight to Matt to tell him the good news.

“Keller is granting the mistrial, he should be emailing you shortly!”

“Oh my God, thank you Grant. I owe you big time.”

“No worries. It wasn’t even that bad. Just a strip tease, some spanking, and he sucked my dick.”

“Didn’t even make you blow him or fuck you?”

“He probably can’t get it up anymore for all I know. Whatever, I’m just glad he didn’t want more.”

“Hah, yeah you’re probably right. Well, Master Matt here has no issues in that department, and you’re coming over later tonight to celebrate and I’ll show you just how much I appreciate your help, boy.”

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