Coercive Control

My alarm was buzzing the third time, telling me that I was for sure going to be late for work. Unless I was able to get showered, dressed, and to the office in the next five minutes, I wasn’t making it on time. So, I continued lying in bed, turning off my alarm and covering my face with my pillow to shield my eyes from the sunlight. My morning wood popped up, and I winced in pain as the skin on my dick had been rubbed raw for hours on end yesterday. I had been loaned to Cal Ellis, a local cattle rancher, for the weekend and had received an intense total body fucking. In addition to the extremely long milking session, Cal’s worker, known only to me as the Bull, took me by force and invaded my hole with his unnaturally large penis and unnaturally high sex drive. My hole still ached from the invasion and would ache for the rest of the day.

As I tried to will my erection away, I had made up my mind about work. I called into the office and asked the receptionist to let Matt know I would out sick. I didn’t feel up to going in physically. I also did not know if I could face Matt to discuss my weekend yet. I was still harboring a lot of anger at him for putting me through that. I also felt sadness because I had really enjoyed playing with Matt, and even letting him push me further into being a faggot. In recent weeks, though, he just seems to be taking things too far. This session at the ranch, being forced to serve Judge Keller, being Dmitri’s pup, and even the football gangbang did not sit right with me. It was as if Matt was trying to pawn me off at any chance he could lately. I didn’t want to be pimped out by him; I thought our arrangement had been about me being his boy.

I also was suffering at work. Co-workers resented how much Matt favored me when it came to cases and felt like I was climbing the ladder by putting them down. Steven couldn’t stop teasing me and making an ass of himself around me which made me look like I was a jackass friend of his. Worst of all, the boss Bruce was very clearly no longer amused with my situation. He had all but completely stopped asking me for any sexual favors and had gone back to being cold with me. The thrill of having an office fag at his disposal must have worn off, and now I was just a screw up who was wasting significant time by serving Matt sexually. I had started this new life chapter just four short months ago, and I wondered if it was time for me to make a change before something bad happened that I couldn’t control.

I spent the morning brushing up my resume and then uploaded it to a few job hunt websites. I hadn’t fully talked myself into abandoning my current job, but I wanted to have a safety net in case I needed to. I reached out personally to Sandra, a hiring manager at a local competing firm that I knew from my last job hunt, and she surprisingly said they had openings. She set me up an interview for tomorrow, and I agreed to meet, thanked her, and hung up. I sighed to myself, wondering what Matt would think if he knew. I tried to stop myself from feeling like I was backstabbing him. It’s not that I wanted to screw Matt over, I care about him. But I needed to look out for myself first and foremost.

I called in sick again the following morning and got dressed to head to my interview. When I arrived, I was led into a small conference room and waited for Sandra to meet me in there. To my surprise, Sandra did not walk through the door, but Wesley did. Wesley was an old… acquaintance, you could say if you wanted to be nice. I had gone to high school with him. He is two years older than me and made my early years of high school a living hell. He had bullied me any chance he could get. He did not seem to recognize me though, as he shook my hand and sat down across from me.

“Good morning Mr. Anderson. Sandra is having a busy morning, so I offered to fill in for her. I hope that’s okay.” He said as he scanned over my resume.

“Yes, no worries. I appreciate that you are willing to meet with me.”

Wesley conducted the interview like normal, and by the end I was convinced he had no idea who I was, thankfully. At one point, he did ask an awkward question.

“I see here you work closely under Matt Anderson, but you haven’t provided his number for reference. You want his review, right? I’m sure he’ll have nothing but great things to say.”

“Uh, yeah, must have slipped my mind.” I lied. I guess I needed to give Matt a heads up here quickly. I gave Wesley his number and then the interview continued as normal.

At the end of the interview, Wesley stood up and began walking around the table to me. “Well Grant, I don’t even think I need to tell you to wait for a phone call for round two of interviewing.” I stood up to shake his hand, assuming that meant I had gotten the job. Instead of shaking my hand, Wesley grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down into my chair. He then walked behind me and leaned down until he was whispering in my ear. “You didn’t think I was actually gonna hand you this job, did you, shit stain?” That was Wesley’s old pet name for me in high school. He obviously remembered me.

“C’mon man, that was so long ago. This is my career you’re talking about.”

“Nah man, I knew the second I saw your resume sitting on Sandra’s desk that I was going to have to take matters into my own hands and make sure to screw you over, just like old times. You ain’t getting the job, but Matt’s gonna love when I tell him this story. I might just call him up right when you leave. We’re poker buddies, y’know? I live just down the street from him. Did you also know that he gets mouthy when he drinks? Hearing him ramble on about his new slut who he got to beg for piss in the nightclub restroom and lock himself in chastity until he wrecked his asshole was pretty unbearable. That is until I saw you get out of the car with him one night. Then the stories became extremely entertaining. I guess all of my swirlies really did a number on you didn’t they Grant?”

I stood up and made my way for the door. I was sick of Wesley’s childish ramblings and just need to get away from it. I was having a bad enough week as it was. I thanked the receptionist quickly on the way out. The second I got in the car, I tried to call Matt to do some damage control, but the line was busy. Fuck. I looked back and saw Wesley in the window, waving to me with his phone to his ear and a massive grin on his face.

I drove straight to the office and made a beeline for Matt. I came into his office, and he was quietly sitting at his desk. He had no work in front of him, and his hands were crossed and sitting in his lap. I knew that he knew about the interview. I shut the door behind me and immediately started explaining everything. The interview, why I had been taking sick days, and how much I had disliked the prior weekend. I didn’t mean to spill the beans about all the additional stuff, but once I got going about the interview, I couldn’t help but ramble about the feelings that had consumed my thoughts for the past three days. I became increasingly hysterical as I spoke, but I did not break down and start crying until I got to the part about how I felt like Matt did not care for me. I explained to Matt that I was confused about his feelings for me, and that it seemed like he wanted to spend less quality time with me lately. I told him how I had considered taking the job so that I could distance myself from it all while I figured things out. I told him that everything had changed so fast, and that my role at the firm seemed as shaky as my role in his personal life. I also explained that although I could tell Bruce was sick of me, that I could not burn any bridges with the company because I did not want Matt to suffer any consequences. I hated how he had acted but I still cared so deeply for him as my mentor and friend.

In all this time that I was explaining, Matt did not move an inch. He did not even nod in acknowledgement of what I was saying. He stared at me with intent, but without emotion. I was unable to tell if he was angry or upset, sad or mad.

“I’m sorry to hear all of that Grant, and I’m deeply sorry I’ve caused you so much stress. Nothing I have done was ever to hurt you, but I obviously have failed in that regard. Please take as much time from me as you need, and if you feel you want to talk, reach out and I’ll be right here waiting.”

The whole time Matt’s voice was very monotone and quiet. I caught a twinge of a voice crack at the tail end though, as if he was holding something back in his throat. I took a deep breath and calmed down some. I gave a simple ‘thank you’ before turning and leaving. I spent the next few hours at home, sitting on the couch. I turned on something mindless for background noise while I ran through the situation and scenarios in my mind. I had received a few emails asking to set up more interviews, but I did not respond to any of them. After my talk with Matt, I was even more confused than before. I sat there staring at my feet while I mindlessly fidgeted with the padlock of my chain collar. There had been no time in the past four months since I got used to wearing it that I had considered wanting to take it off. Even as I sat here now, I didn’t feel an urge to want it removed. The weight of the metal on my shoulders felt comforting.

Later in the evening, I decided to go to the gym. I thought about not going, as it was a major part of my routine that Matt had dictated for me, but my workouts made me feel good physically, as well as working to clear the clutter in my mind, which I had plenty of tonight. I got dressed and made my way over there. I had a good pump, and then got on the treadmill for a jog. While I was jogging, I saw Gym Bro across the room. This was the guy who had welcomed me to the gym with his cock in the showers when I first started coming here. We had never exchanged names or phone numbers, but we had hooked up a few times since the first, whenever we happened to be at the gym together. His schedule was erratic, but we found ourselves back in the showers about once a month. I hesitated to initiate anything with him tonight, but I decided that it might do me good to try to put Matt out of my mind and just have some enjoyable sex. Prove to myself that I could and would be fine on my own. Gym Bro waited for me to finish my jog, and when I headed to the locker room, he followed in close pursuit.

I stripped down and reserved the furthest shower stall for us, cranking up the hot water. Gym Bro was there in seconds, naked and climbing in next to me. We locked lips immediately, myself tilting my head down as he was shorter than me. I ran my hands over his smooth muscular body, and he did the same to me. We had both bulked up quite a bit lately, and the shower stall was much more cramped than during our first encounter in here. I did my best to squat down and started blowing his 7-inch cock, wrapping my hand around it and stroking it at the same time. He tweaked my nipples as I did this, and I was soon leaking precum. I stood back up and turned around. Gym Bro leaned his full body weight on me as he slid his slick cock into my greedy hole. I raised my arms to my forehead, using them as a pillow on the cold tile wall. He grabbed my hips and fucked me in quick, short thrusts. He grunted softly, and the sound of my cheeks clapping on his thighs reverberated off the walls. My dick flopped around, slapping my stomach. Gym Bro didn’t jerk me off, right now or ever. He had made it clear from the first time we fucked that he was an alpha and I was a faggot. I didn’t mind though. His cock was the perfect length and girth to pound my prostate into submission until I would clench my hole tight around his fat cock, shooting my load hands free. This always impressed Gym Bro and made him shoot his load when he felt me tightening.

After breeding me, Gym Bro would always lean into my ear, give me a “thanks faggot,” and slip out of the shower, leaving me alone in the locker room. Tonight, was no different, and I got cleaned up and headed home. Once I was home and in bed, I thought more about the hookup. I had definitely enjoyed it and didn’t regret it at all, but Gym Bro’s cock felt nowhere near as good as Matt’s. Matt is larger and I love that he is uncut, something very rare around here I had learned since I started personally surveying local penises up close and personally. I also had grown quite fond of that fact that Matt enjoyed cuddling after sex, wrapping his arms around me in a bear hug and dozing off, softly snoring as he held me in his sleep. I dozed off myself thinking about it and dreamed about Matt looking me in my eyes as he fucked me until I Was awoken by my alarm clock.

I decided I was going to go into work today, and quickly got ready to go and headed off. My day was very boring. I had plenty of work to fill my time, and the only assignment Matt gave me was something quick that he was able to email me about. I didn’t see him all day, but I did not go to his office to initiate anything either. The rest of the week played out this way, and Matt stayed true to his promise that he would keep his distance.

Next Monday morning, I overheard Bruce yelling at Matt in his office. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I had spent the weekend psyching myself up to go talk to Matt, and smooth things over once and for all. When I got down the hall though, I head Bruce screaming through the door.

That fucking kid has been a liability since he lost the fucking Lucero account, and as far as I care it’s equally your fault for keeping it a secret from me and letting him stay. Now, instead of firing his ass, we kept him around long enough for him to go around using us as leverage for new jobs?! On top of you being fucking blackmailed by Judge Keller! You get your shit together and you figure out your shit with that kid, or I’ll do it for you.

I heard the door open, and I quickly ducked into the conference room doorway to avoid being seen. Once Bruce stormed past, I walked right back to my desk. I wondered how he had found out about the interview or the Judge Keller stuff. In any case, there was no way Matt was going to want to want to talk with me after having that happen to him. I left the conference room and went promptly back to my desk.

It wasn’t until Thursday that I finally talked to Matt. I waited until the end of the day. I had kept some paperwork that he needed to look over and delivered it to him. I knocked on his closed door and popped my head in.

“Uh, hi Matt, just dropping off some files. Um, I also am ready to talk if you have a minute.”

“Thanks Grant, and I appreciate that. I know it’s been taxing for you, so I’ve thought a lot about it all as well. I want to do right by you and make it up to you. If you’re up for it, could I take you to dinner and we can talk then? Tomorrow night maybe? Only if you want of course.”

“Uh, yeah Matt, that sounds nice.” I smiled a bit, even though I knew I would have to keep stressing about the conversation for the next 24 hours now.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow night.”

Tomorrow night came around quicker than I expected, and I hopped in the shower after work, taking extra care to look nice and cleaned up. Matt had not told me where he was taking me, so I tried to dress up kind of fancy but in a casual-looking way at the same time (if that even makes sense). All the stress about my outfit did not end up mattering, because when Matt knocked on my door, he had a garment bag in hand for me. I invited Matt inside and got a look at his outfit, which was a fancy looking black suit, complete with black leather shoes that had a subtle shine.

“A little gift for you to wear tonight,” Matt said, handing me the bag. “I had Ed tailor it for you since he has your measurements still.”

I unzipped the bag and pulled out my suit. It looked similar to Matt’s but had a subtle herringbone pattern on it. I try to never sound conceited, but this suit was by far the most expensive thing I had ever worn, and as I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but hold my head high, admiring myself. Matt waited out on the couch while I got changed, and then I showed the suit off to him while thanking him for the gift. We looked at ourselves in the mirror, and we looked similar, but not exactly matching. Matt wore a white undershirt with a bow tie, while I wore a light blue undershirt with a regular necktie.

Matt escorted me out to his car. He had driven the sports car tonight instead of his usual SUV. He opened the car door for me, laying the gentleman shtick on pretty thick. I found it cute and kind of sexy, though. He drove us to the restaurant, a tiny Italian place uptown. They had a valet, who took the car away, and when Matt gave the hostess his name, she escorted us to a small side room. There were five tables in there, but only the one in the middle was set for service. Matt had rented out the room for us. The room was dark and cozy, lit mostly by candlelight. Romantic music played softly in the background. Matt pulled my chair out for me and seated me before seating himself.

The waitress greeted us and asked for our drink orders. While I looked at my copy of the wine list, Matt ordered a bottle of red that I couldn’t even begin trying to pronounce. Hearing him say it, though, I’m pretty sure it was one of the ones at the bottom of the list that was expensive as hell. I had never been much of a wine guy, but I had to admit it was pretty delicious. Once we had ordered our meals, Matt addressed the elephant in the room.

“So, Grant, like I said, I’m really happy that you wanted to talk to me about us.”

“Yeah, well I’m sorry I blew up and offloaded all that baggage onto you last week. If I’m being honest, having reflected at all of it, the thing that made me the angriest was the thought that you were tossing me aside. Oh, I’m sorry about Bruce, I heard him railing you the other day.”

“Oh, don’t worry about Bruce, he’s just a hot head. I’ve talked him off the ledge his entire career, and I can handle him when it comes to you. I’ll protect you from him, don’t worry.”

“And about the interview…”

“Grant, trust me, I’m not upset about it. I’m honestly most sorry that Wesley got to torment you like that. I’ll have to give him hell about it next time I see him. I’m sorry I told him about you. Believe me or don’t, but I swear I would have kept my mouth shut if I knew you two had history. And when it comes to working, I obviously would prefer you stay, but I would never do anything to jeopardize your career if you chose otherwise. I’m not gonna be a dick about it if you leave, though I would be incredibly sad.”

“I would honestly be sad too, Sir.” I just realized I had called Sir for the first time since all this drama. “I do like the job, and I have really liked being mentored by you. And trained by you.”

Dinner arrived shortly after. I felt much more relaxed as the evening went on. Matt had seemed so responsive and apologetic, comforting me in my honesty with him. We ate and chatted about work and small talk for a while, until circling back to more serious topics later in the evening.

“I noticed you still have your collar on. Didn’t ever feel like taking bolt cutters to it?” Matt chuckled.

“It’s honestly like a security blanket at this point if I’m being honest. The weight of it feels comforting to me, and it gives me something to fidget with when I need to. I wasn’t able to stop working out either. It’s just become part of my habits and I honestly have you to thank for that, Sir.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I know I told you that the collar represented your obedience to me, but for me it represents that you’re my boy, and that I need to protect you at all costs. Physically and emotionally. I’ll admit that I’ve lacked in that department lately. Something you said last week really stood out to me. You mentioned me not being there enough, devoting enough attention to you. That it seemed like I do not care enough for you or spend enough quality time with you. I have racked my brain all week thinking about those words, and how I wanted to right that wrong. New clothes and dinner are great and all, but they didn’t feel momentous enough.”

Matt reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black box, like he was about to give me jewelry. I took the box from him and opened it up. Instead of finding jewelry, though, I found a small brass key sitting in the box.

“A house key, Grant. Would you like to move in with me?”

I stared at the key in shock, as I had not been expecting this in the slightest. I then looked up at Matt, who had an extremely worried and embarrassed look on his face, surely because I was not responding immediately. I stood up, key in hand, and walked over to Matt’s side of the table. I held the key in front of me, looking at it intently and making my decision. I closed my fingers around the key and wrapped my arms around Matt in a hug.

“I’d love to, Sir,” I whispered in his ear.

“Thank God, you’re trying to give me a heart attack, Grant!” Matt said, grabbing my shoulders and playfully shaking me. He leaned in and kissed my lips sweetly. We finished our bottle of wine and drove home together.

“Care to do the honors unlocking your new front door?” Matt said, standing behind me on the porch, arms wrapped around my waist. I pulled the key out of my pocket and let us inside. I looked around at the place, feeling strange that I would live here with Matt from now on. Strangely, the first words out of my mouth were:

“Well fuck, I guess Wesley is my neighbor now.”

“Haha, is that all you can think about even when you have a horned-up man in your arms who’s ready to love the hell out of you in every room in this place tonight?”

“I guess you’re right Sir, but let’s not waste any more time.”

I led Matt to the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, grinding my ass on his bulge. We worked each other out of our monkey suits and then explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. The familiar feeling of Matt’s hands on my body and in my mouth made me feel both excited and safe. I moved down to his nipples and sucked on them for a bit while running my hands through his thick carpet of chest hair.

“Wait right there,” I told Matt as I climbed off of him and made my way over to the bedside table. I opened the drawer and pulled out some lube and some rope. I winked at Matt and then I tied his wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. He was spread out and on full display for me now. I lubed up his cock and stroked it slowly with one hand while I stroked myself with the other. He moaned softly and clenched his muscles, trying to pull his arms and legs into his core. After a few minutes of edging, I climbed back on top of Matt and sat on his cock, making him moan louder.

“Fucking hell, Grant, I missed that hole,” Matt said in a breathy whisper. I grinded my hips on Matt, rubbing the head of his cock on my prostate. I had missed that cock of his as well. I continued stroking myself with one hand and tweaked Matt’s nipples with the other. It did not take long until I was ready to blow. I aimed my cock at Matt’s chest and my hole tightened around his cock as I let loose a massive load. Matt moaned as my tight hole worked his cock. I stopped grinding on him and leaned down to kiss him. I saw my cum on his chest so I licked some up and then spat it in Matt’s mouth as I stuck my tongue in. He happily swallowed and started thrusting his hips to continue fucking my hole.

“Just another minute and I’ll be ready to breed you,” he moaned, but I slowly started pulling off of his cock. He tried to keep thrusting, but I had raised my ass too high for him to reach. Matt groaned in agony at being so close to cumming but being denied.

“I don’t think I’m done with you quite yet, Matt, but I need a break first. I’m gonna go hang out downstairs for a bit. You wait right here.” I winked at Matt and put my underwear on before leaving him alone, tied up in the dark, with a boner dripping precum.

I walked downstairs, got a glass of water, and plopped myself down on the couch. I turned on the TV and cranked the sound up enough that Matt could hear it from the bedroom. I could have gone another round immediately, but I was having too much fun toying with Matt. I had a feeling it would not be a regular thing, but the stars aligned tonight, and I was able to get a little revenge at Matt. I waited about thirty minutes before heading back up to finish Matt off.

When I came back in the room, Matt had gone soft, and his cock laid across his waist. I drizzled some more lube on it and stroked it back to erect. Matt’s moans and groan got louder and faster, and I could tell I was getting him close again. I released my hand at the last second, edging Matt once again. He bucked his hips in frustration, and I waited a minute before starting again. I played with Matt’s cock for a long while, continuously bringing him to the edge and off again, all the while slowly edging myself. I then climbed back on top of Matt and edged him with my ass. I slowly squatted over him and stroked his cock with my hole, pressing it deep into me and then pulling fully out. I edged Matt to the brink of cumming twice this way as well, making him think he was going to get to breed be before standing up and above him with my hard cock wagging in his face. I had finally decided Matt had been through enough, and I sat back down on his cock, stroking myself and preparing to shoot my second load. I timed it so we would orgasm at the same time, and Matt bucked his hips furiously when he finally was brought over the edge, a waterfall of cum filling my ass. I shot a massive load all over his chest, bigger than my previous load.  We sat there catching our breath for a moment.

“Thanks Grant, care to clean me up?”

“I’d love to, Sir.” I said with a grin as I pulled his cock out and bent down to lick my load out of his hairy chest and belly. When his cock exited my hole, his load poured out of me and coated his cock and balls. I traveled down to them and sucked his load off of them as well. Once I was happy with my work, I untied Matt and he immediately sat up and put his hands in mine.

“Thanks for that, Grant. Looks like I’ve taught you a thing or two.”

“Yeah, you have. Don’t give me too long a leash or you might not like finding out what else you’ve taught me, Sir.”

Matt chuckled as he lunged forward, grabbing me in a bear hug. He and I laid in bed, him spooning me as we became drowsy together.

“Matt? Thank you for tonight, and for offering the move in.”

“Of course, Grant. Thank you for being honest and open with me.” Matt was slurring his words as he drifted off to sleep. “You know I love you, Grant.”

“I love you too, Sir.” I replied as I drifted off to sleep as well.

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!