Coercive Control

I stirred in bed, rolling from my back onto my side. Matt rolled toward me, wrapping his arms around me in a hug and softly kissing my shoulder. His morning wood was pressed against my bare crack, and he began slowly grinding on me. I had begun sleeping nude, curtesy of Matt’s request for this very reason. I moaned quietly in pleasure, still mostly asleep and half in a dream. Matt spat on his hand and then rubbed his cock wet. He slid into me, and I accepted his penis deep inside me. I rolled over onto my stomach and hugged my pillow as Matt mounted me and began humping. I reached one hand down to my cock and stroked my own morning wood. Within minutes, Matt was moaning in my ear and seeding me. I released into my cupped hand with Matt still inside me.

“Fuck, that never gets old, faggot.” Matt said as he pulled out and stood up. He walked over to the dresser and pulled on some boxers.

“Good morning to you too, Sir,” I said as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

“Eggs and bacon this morning?”

“Sounds great.”

Matt gave me a kiss and left the room, making his way downstairs. I got out of bed and checked the time. 6:21AM. Matt had a pretty accurate internal alarm clock, and we had woken up around the same time and in the same way almost every day since I moved in. There was one day that I woke up first, but I noticed Matt’s erection, so I crawled under the covers and sucked a load out of him instead. I made the bed, and then slipped into some underwear. I met Matt in the kitchen and sipped my coffee, chatting with him and watching him work at the stove. This was the routine that we had fallen into since I moved in. He loved to cook, and was much better at it than I am, so Matt took charge of cooking breakfast and dinner. I was given the role of housekeeper. I did the dishes, laundry, and bed making. Last weekend, Matt had me vacuuming and cleaning bathrooms. I didn’t mind the chores, and I had fun getting on my hands and knees to scrub up the floor in front of Matt or carrying laundry baskets up and down the stairs wearing nothing but a jockstrap. All of this drove Matt wild, and the motivation of getting his cock once I was done kept me working efficiently.

After breakfast, we got cleaned up and dressed for work. As we drove down our street toward the office, I saw Wesley stepping into his car. I gave him a small smile a wave, trying to be friendly. He returned the favor by flipping me his middle finger. I had been nervous about being my high school bully’s neighbor, but he had not bothered me at all yet. Matt and I drove to work together, getting there a little early so that we could also leave a little early, just as Matt liked. My workdays were much more efficient now as well. Since Matt was able to drain his balls before work, he did not ask me to fool around with him in the office nearly as much. My productivity increased, and my professional relationship with Bruce improved as a result.

At the end of the workday, Matt and I would drive home and immediately head to the bedroom for another round of sex. Matt usually did not allow me to cum during this session, as I would be making my way to the gym after, and he told me I needed to save that testosterone for my lifting. This meant I was always incredibly horny while working out, and I frequently was hungry for more cock, so I would check out guys in the weights room and locker room. Occasionally I got lucky and got bred or fed more cum. I would then go home and tell Matt about anything eventful that had happened. It always turned Matt on to hear about me pleasing other men, becoming the faggot slut he had trained me to be. I knew that was the real reason he sent me to the gym horny.

After this, we would either go out to dinner or Matt would cook. We had a lot of variety in our evenings. Sometimes we would just have a nice meal at home and turn in early. Sometimes we would go clubbing or bar hopping. Sometimes Matt would take me down to the dungeon for more intense sex. Other evenings, Matt and I would go to my apartment to continue packing my stuff up. I had decided to keep the apartment and sublease it for a little extra cash, but I had not found a tenant yet, so I was very slowly transferring my stuff from the apartment to Matt’s house. It was nearly empty now, except for some of the furniture that I needed to decide if I was keeping at the apartment, putting in storage, or selling.

One day at work, I stopped my Steven’s desk to give him some paperwork, and I noticed he had a tab up on his computer of apartments available to rent.

“You in the market? My place is opening up, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know you moved in with Matt. I don’t want your dump of an apartment Grant.”

“Cmon, Steven. I need a tenant and you need a place. It’s closer to work and downtown than you currently are, and it’s still fully furnished,” I added, as I saw another tab on the computer looking at Craigslist furniture.

“I guess I’ll think about it,” Steven said with a huff, obviously not wanting to admit my offer had been good. Later that day, he texted me that he was interested, and we hashed out the details.

The following night, Matt and I headed to the apartment to grab the last of my stuff. There were a few boxes of kitchen things, and a box of old clothes that I never wore anymore. When we arrived, I finished packing things while Matt got to work on the camera. He had hatched this idea after seeing an ad for a small spy cam and thought it would be funny to bug the bedroom so we could catch Steven doing anything embarrassing. The camera was hidden in a fake smoke alarm and was motion activated. The battery would only last for about a week, but it would record any time Steven was in the room and send the footage to Matt’s phone and computer. As I packed up my clothes, I came up with an idea of my own.

“Matt, how about we leave Steven a little housewarming gift,” I asked, holding up an old pair of my neon green boxer briefs. Matt grinned, reading my mind, and stepped down off his ladder, away from his smoke alarm camera project. I laid the underwear out on the mattress and we both got on our knees on either side of them. We stroked ourselves off until we had each painted our loads across the fabric. The briefs were now soaking wet and coated in thick globs of spooge. I balled them up and placed them on the floor between the bed and bedside table. Discreet enough to have been missed by me during packing but exposed enough for Steven to find them quickly.

Matt finished setting up the camera while I finished packing boxes. We loaded them up in my car and headed home. Steven had told us he was planning on moving in tomorrow evening, and we found that to be true when Matt’s phone let out a ding the following night during dinner, notifying him that his hidden camera had gone active. He kept it on while we ate, half watching in case Steven found the underwear or did anything else exciting. As I cleared the table, Matt shouted at me.

“Here it is!”

I came back to the table and watched Matt’s phone screen. Steven was bent down at the underwear’s location, and then stood back up, holding them. He grabbed the corners of the waistband and held them up in front of his face, staring at them for a moment. He then cupped his hands, holding the underwear, and pressed them into his face. He was inhaling the scent of our stale cum, and he was pitching a tent in his shorts. He stripped out of his shorts and sat on the edge of the bed. He held the cumrag in his hand and wrapped it around his dick, stroking himself with the underwear. He then scooted up in the bed and reclined until he was laying on his back. He draped the cumrag across his face and stroked his long dick with both hands until he shot a massive load that covered his tee shirt.

“Fuck Grant, this was a great idea,” Matt said, groping his own cock in his pants.

“Wouldn’t have been possible without that camera, Sir,” I replied.

Steven peeled his shirt off and got changed. He put the underwear in his bedside table and went back to unpacking. Matt and I went to the bedroom to unload each other’s balls after that show Steven had put on for us.

The next day, I stopped by Steven’s desk.

“Morning Steven, you moved in last night, right? Hope you got settled in all right.”

“Yeah, moving sucks but I’m getting settled fine I guess.”

“I hope I cleaned everything out all right, I didn’t leave anything in the kitchen cabinets, did I?”

“Nah I didn’t find anything.”

“That’s good to hear. Hey, I also lost my lucky green undies in the move. You didn’t happen to see them in the laundry room, did you?” I asked, discreetly teasing Steven.

“Lucky green undies? What are you, a leprechaun? I didn’t see shit Grant.”

“All right, all right. Well anyway, glad you got moved in. Rent’s due on the first.”

I turned and walked back to my desk, hiding my smirk from Steven.

Later that night, when I got back from the gym, Matt was laying on the couch stroking his cock. He had his phone in hand, and I knew he must be watching Steven some more. I ran over to him and hovered above his head, watching Steven on the phone. He was on the bed getting plowed by another skinny young guy. Matt gave me the play-by-play.

“He invited this hookup over not too long ago, they just started fucking right before you came in. Before he got there, Steven was sniffing the undies and edging himself.”

“Pervy little fuck,” I replied, pulling my dick out of my shorts, and stroking along with Matt.

Matt made some room on the couch, and I sat next to him. He held the phone in his right hand and reached for my cock with his left. I stroked his cock with my right hand and we both glued our eyes to the screen. Steven was now on his back, ass hanging off the end of the mattress. His top was standing at the foot of the bed railing him and we had a clear view of the top’s ass jiggling as he rammed into Steven’s hole repeatedly. Steven stroked himself and we saw his face curl up into ecstasy as he shot a load all over himself. His top stopped thrusting and was breeding his hole. Matt and I had been on edge and released our loads together. All four of us came simultaneously.

I scooped the cum off my chest and sucked it off my fingers before licking Matt’s load off his stomach. Matt continued watching Steven as his top quickly got dressed and left before Steven could even stand up. He hadn’t even offered to get a towel or tee shirt for Steven to clean himself up with. An hour later, Steven had worked himself back up and was laying in bed again. He had the undies draped over his face, his cock in one hand, and his fingers in his cummy hole. He blew another load on himself.

A few days went by, and Matt and I had thoroughly enjoyed our little cam show Steven had been putting on for us. Matt got a notification that the battery in the camera was low, and we were sad that this little game was gonna come to an end. An idea popped into my head though.

“Matt, I still have a key to the apartment. I’m sure the leasing office didn’t change the locks. Let’s ambush Steven. Once he’s tied down and blindfolded, I’ll distract him, and you can change the batteries. It’s a win-win. We get his hole and another week of entertainment.”

“Fuck, Grant, sounds perfect. You’re becoming pretty devious, aren’t you?”

Matt packed up a backpack of goodies, and we drove to the apartment. We parked across the street and turned the headlights out. We waited in the car and watched Matt’s phone. Steven was pretty regular about jerking off nightly. After about twenty minutes, we watched him come into his room and assume the usual position. Undies covering his face and hard dick in hand. Matt and I crept to the front door, and I slowly and quietly unlocked it. Steven had turned some music on, which helped distract from the little noise we made as we crept into Steven’s room. Since his face was covered by the underwear, we were able to walk right up to either side of the bed without him noticing. We stood there for a moment, watching him vigorously pump his dick in his hands, the whole bed frame shaking.

“Get his ass,” Matt said loudly, causing Steven to jump in shock. Matt and I each grabbed an arm and pinned Steven down by his shoulders. Matt, being the larger of us two, crawled on top of Steven, pinning his arms to his torso, held tight by Matt’s thighs. I grabbed the underwear off Steven’s head and shoved it into his mouth, creating a gag. I then dug into Matt’s backpack and grabbed a roll of duct tape.  I ripped off a strip and pressed it to Steven’s cheeks, holding the cumrag underwear in his mouth securely. Matt flipped Steven over on his stomach and took some rope in his hands. He quickly tied off Steven, who squirmed and moaned into his gag, but was no match for Matt’s efficient ropework. Within moments, Steven’s wrists were bound together behind his back, and then his ankles were tied together as well.

I grabbed a spandex hood and slipped it over Steven’s head. His entire face was now fully covered, and he continued moaning, but stopped squirming so intensely. Matt and I knelt on either side of Steven and began our torture by tickling his sides. This made Steven buck and squirm, trying to escape our fingers, but we dug into his sides and armpits, laughing at his discomfort as we continued. Steven half laughed, half moaned, but was unable to beg for us to stop. Eventually, we did stop and moved on to the spanking.

I sat on Steven’s chest and wrapped my arms around his legs in a hug, holding them up and exposing his ass to Matt. I sucked on Steven’s toes while Matt retrieved a flogger from his backpack. He swung it at Steven’s ass at full speed, and Steven cried out in pain from the sudden impact. I held tightly to his legs so he could not escape. Matt continued this torture for thirty or so strikes. By the end of it, Steven’s ass was dark red, almost purple in some spots. Next, Matt dove into Steven’s exposed asshole face first, eating him out. I also bent down, nestling my head between Steven’s thighs and swallowing his cock.

Matt pulled at Steven’s thighs, dragging him across the bed until his ass was hanging over the edge of the mattress, just like it had been with his hookup the other day. He stood there, lining up his cock to Steven’s hole, and started plowing him. He gave Steven everything he had, holding nothing back and fucking intensely rough. I continued sucking Steven off and reached my hands between my legs to Steven’s nipples. I pinched them hard and twisted, making Steven scream. After some time, Matt let out a low moan, seeding Steven and pulling out.

I hopped off Steven’s body and knelt down at his gaping hole. I ate his sloppy boy cunt, mostly because I was hungry for Matt’s load and didn’t want Steven to have it. My other reason was that I was distracting Steven, giving Matt enough time to change the camera batteries. He quickly pulled the camera down, popped a new battery in, and reinstalled it back into the bracket on the ceiling. He then came back over to me, pulling me off of Steven’s hole.

“Get on his dick and make yourself cum,” Matt told me. I did as I was instructed and lowered Steven’s legs. He was still fully hard and slick with my spit. I lowered myself onto his cock and started grinding my hips, a position I had practiced a lot and gotten good at. I grabbed the spandex hood Steven was wearing and ripped it off of his head. His eyes squinted at the sudden light, but then adjusted and looked angrily at me as I rode him. I grabbed the duct tape and pulled it off his skin in a quick rip. I then grabbed the green underwear out of his mouth and wrapped them around my dick, stroking myself with them.

“Naughty faggot,” I teased. “You told me you didn’t have my cumrag, but here you are with them. I told you they were lucky, and I’m getting pretty damn lucky right now, aren’t I?”

“You piece of shit,” Steven said through gritted teeth. He tried to spit at me, but it just landed on his own chest. He then couldn’t help but moan from feeling my hole on his cock.

“I’m gonna add my load to these, you’d like that wouldn’t you? That turn you on, knowing they’d be even more rank the next time you inhaled my stale scent? Fuck, I’m blowing.”

I shot my load into the underwear. Steven moaned as he felt my hole clench around his dick, but I pulled off of him so that he would not cum from it. I draped the wet underwear over Steven’s face and rubbed my load into his skin. He stuck his tongue out, but then closed his mouth and inhaled deeply through his nose. I took the underwear away and threw them in the backpack. Matt and I quickly got dressed and picked all our toys up, except for the rope still binding Steven’s wrists and ankles.

“Raunchy little pig,” Matt said to Steven. “Those wrist restraints aren’t too tight; you should be able to weasel your way out of them if you want it bad enough. G’night!”

Matt and I headed straight out the door and walked back to our car. Matt pulled up the live video on his phone and we laughed watching Steven squirm around, trying to untie himself. It took him about fifteen minutes, but he finally got his wrists free, then was able to untie his ankles as well. He sprawled out in bed for a moment but was still fully erect. He began stroking his cock and painted himself in the biggest load I had ever seen him shoot. Most importantly, we had saved the camera for a few extra days of spying.

Once we knew Steven was safely out of his bonds and the show was over, we drove home. Matt got on his computer and pulled up the backlog of footage from when we were there. He put it on the TV and we sat on the couch stroking each other off while we watched ourselves invade Steven’s room and body. The video only cut for a few seconds when Matt changed the battery, but there was so much hot content there. We each blew another load that night.

A few days later, I stopped Steven as he was walking to his car at the end of the workday. He had kept his distance since the home invasion. As he climbed in the driver’s side, I opened the passenger door and let myself in.

“Are you ignoring me, Steven? No snarky comments, not even a mean glare from across the room?”

“You’re a bitch. You know that, Grant? Completely fucked up.”

“Oh, come on, you loved it. You were hard the whole time and I’m sure I could find some home invasion robber fantasy porn in your search history. I’d bet money you jerked off after we left too, didn’t you?” I knew for sure he had, but he didn’t know that I knew. “I got you a little something.”

I pulled out a small gift box. I had wrapped it in blue paper with pink pig snouts on it. I had been inspired by Matt’s ‘raunchy little pig’ comment. Steven rolled his eyes but took the box from me and unwrapped it. He opened up the box and pulled the green underwear out. He held them up like he had when he first found them, then looked around the parking lot, making sure the coast was clear, before raising them to his nose. He pulled them away instantly though, as his nose was not filled with the scent of stale cum, but with laundry detergent.

“What the fuck, you washed them?”

“Haha, yeah I did, pig. You didn’t think I was gonna give you the satisfaction and let you keep my cumrag, did you?”

“Well, I don’t even fucking want them, then,” Steven said, throwing them back at me.

“Suit yourself. Maybe someday I’ll coat them again and give them back to you. I’ll have to do it by breaking into your apartment and stuffing them in your mouth though.” I winked and got out of the car, waving at Steven as he peeled out of the parking lot angrily.

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!