Coercive Control

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!”

Steven moaned in ecstasy as he sprayed cum all over himself. He was laying in bed, unwinding after his long day at work. Still naked and covered in cum, he heard the doorbell. “Fuuuck,” he groaned in annoyance instead of pleasure now. He hopped up, wiping himself clean and throwing some clothes on before answering the door. It was some shy looking girl with long brown hair standing on the doorstep.

“Hi, can I help you?” Steven asked.

“Uh, yeah. Is Grant here?”

“Who’s asking?” Then it clicked for Steven. “Are you Amy? Grant’s ex?” Amy nodded. “You know, he used to talk so much about you. Told me all about the breakup.”

“Oh, he did? Is he… You know… Are you his…”

“Haha! Oh my God Amy no, no, no. I’m not his boyfriend. I’m his co-worker. I didn’t move in with him, I’m sub leasing from him. You couldn’t pay me to date that fucker.”

Amy smiled awkwardly, and Steven got a devilish idea.

“Why don’t you come in? I was just about to open a bottle of wine.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I really just wanted to talk with Grant for a second. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Nonsense, you obviously came over here to get some answers. I have a good idea what rumors you’ve been hearing, and it’ll be a hell of a lot less awkward for me to put your mind to rest than it would be to talk to Grant about it.”

“I guess that’s a good point…” Amy said, stepping through the threshold and coming inside. Steven poured two big glasses of wine and invited Amy to sit on the couch. “So, I heard the other day that Grant has a boyfriend now. My friend Wesley told me about it. When I broke up with Grant, I could tell he was drifting, and I knew in my heart it was from cheating. I assumed it was with some other girl, but apparently it was some guy. He came up with all kinds of excuses to get away, like working on weekends. His sex drive dropped to zero, which was so unlike him too.”

“Well, I’ve met his boyfriend,” Steven said. He was going to humiliate Grant a little but was going to be careful about how he went about it. He did not want to shed any light on the unethical shit Matt had done. It could get Matt in trouble, but more importantly, it made Grant look like more of a victim. Steven wanted Grant to look like the degenerate faggot sex hound he was.

“You’ve met the guy?”

“Yeah, he comes into the office with him all the time. I’m the only other gay guy there so they’ll come distract me from work and chat with me. Really fucking annoying. Probably started dating about five or six months ago.”

“That’s when Grant started being weird with me. Must be the same guy. What’s his name? What’s he like?”

“I don’t know, Grant only ever calls him Master or Sir. He’s huge. Muscular, not fat. He’s really hairy too, gays call them bears. He wears tight pants that leave nothing to the imagination. He’s packing meat. To be frank, Grant’s ass has got to be wrecked by that thing.”

“Oh, come on, how do you know who fucks who? Maybe Grant tops him, he was always pretty dominant in bed.”

“HAH! I don’t have to guess who fucks who. Grant tells me all about it at any chance he gets. He practically tells the whole office how much he loves taking cock and being his bitch. He wears a chain collar with a padlock around his neck all the time. I’ve never seen him take it off. He does all kinds of faggy shit.”

“Like what?” Amy looked confused and overwhelmed.

“Grant loves telling me all about their sex-scapades. He brags about them like he’s really proud of his degeneracy. Right after they started dating, I caught them fucking in the work bathroom. A few weeks later, Grant told me about how he stripped bare-ass naked and wandered around a store. They aren’t even exclusive to each other. Grant is always telling me about other guys he’s hooking up with at the gym and in the park. They’ve got a friend who likes when Grant acts like a dog, too. Sleeps in a kennel and everything. Even on days he’s not talking about sex, he’s telling me about the jockstrap or panties he’s wearing.”

“Panties?” Amy asked, recalling when she found her panties in Grant’s dresser drawer with his dried cum in them. It was hard for her to wrap her head around this all, but the fact that Steven’s story matched up like that made her believe it all a little bit more.

“Oh! I left out the craziest one. One weekend, I was at the club, and I went into the bathroom. Grant was kneeling in front of the urinals, begging guys to piss in his mouth. He was completely soaked in it. He saw me and wasn’t even embarrassed to see someone he knows. He begged me harder than the other guys. That, of course, was disgusting to me, so I turned around and left immediately.”

Amy slammed the rest of her wine and then stared at her empty glass in silence. She finally stood up and thanked Steven for sharing all of that with her, before heading home for the night, confused, angry, and sad. Steven, on the other hand, was elated. He hadn’t even had to lie that much. Grant really was a degenerate. Amy didn’t need to know that Steven was too. Steven had to go jerk off again, thinking about how humiliated Grant must be. Completely ashamed of himself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!”

I moaned in ecstasy as Matt invaded my hole with his fingers, ramming into my prostate as hard as he could. I was bent over Matt’s knee in his office. We had stayed past closing to get some extra work done. Our typical schedule of having sex in the evening made us both incredibly distracted, though, so we needed to get it out of our system before we dug back into work.

“Fuck yeah Grant, open that cunt up.”

“Yes Sir, milk a load out of me.”

A third, gruffer, voice joined us.

“Well, I’ll be damned, boss. Aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes?”

It was Frank, the janitor, coming to clean up the office this evening. I had an intense moment of deja vu. I was almost certain Frank had caught us in this exact position the first time he played with us.

“Come on in Frank, the more the merrier.”

“Good Lord, son. You sure have gotten bigger since I last saw you. Matt’s got you lifting weights?”

“Yes Sir, lifting weights and draining cocks. Need any help in that department?”

“I see you’ve gotten cocky too. Well, you are what you eat,” Frank chuckled at his own joke as he pulled his dick out. He positioned himself in front of my face and reached his hand into my crack, digging for my hole. He jammed his fingers against my prostate, making a huge glob of precum spill out of my dick onto Matt’s pants. Frank took his belt off and folded it in half. He raised it above his head and swung it down at my ass cheeks with a vengeance. I jumped up and screamed in pain as I felt the leather sting my skin. Frank continued spanking.

“You took 40 swats last time if I remember right. You’ll take 40 more tonight.”

“Give me 60, Sir.” I begged. Frank approved of this and happily obliged. He swatted to his heart’s content, impressed that I was able to take such a beating. I knew my ass would be bruised in the morning, but I didn’t care. I was in a faggot’s paradise right now. After my spanking was complete, the men made me bend over the desk. Matt moved to my mouth and made me blow him while Frank took control of my hole. Both men entered me at the same time and fucked me in the same consistent rhythm.

Matt came first, flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop. Frank bred my ass shortly after. He made me hold his cum in my ass while he edged my dick until I blew all over the desk. After I came, I forgot to hold in the cum in my ass, and Frank’s huge load spilled out of me and trickled down my balls into a puddle, mixing with my own load. Matt grabbed my head and rubbed my face in it all. I thanked Frank before he left so he could do his actual job tonight, and Matt made me get dressed we could finish ours as well. We banged out our work and made it home in time to fuck again before bed.

“Great dinner, Sir” I said, standing up to clear the table.

“Thank you, boy, what’s next on the agenda tonight? Session in the dungeon?”

“Fuck yeah, Sir.”

Just then, we heard the doorbell ring. I went to see who was there, and Steven stood on the porch.

“What do you want? We’re pretty busy tonight, Steven,” I said, trying to get rid of the annoying bastard.

“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood, Grant. I had a fun little story to share with you so I figured I would pop in and tell you about it.” I reluctantly let Steven in, and we stood in the foyer. Matt joined us. “I met your sweetie Amy last night. Yeah, she came by looking for you. She had heard through the grapevine about your little faggy awakening and wanted to give you a piece of her mind.”

“Yeah, I know she knows, Steven. Our neighbor Wesley told her. I don’t care if she knows I left her for a man anyway. It’s not like she’s even in my life anymore, and it’s not like she was homophobic or anything.”

“I don’t know, she seemed pretty creeped out by you, bro. She was a little confused still, and had obviously come to get some answers, so I invited her in and we chatted about you for a bit. Really eye-opening for her.”

“You didn’t,” I sneered. My mind raced with what bullshit Steven had told her. Steven rehashed the entire conversation to me and by the end of it, my face was beet red. Amy was pretty vanilla, I’m sure she would have never assumed all of that in a million years, even if she was assuming the worst. Steven had a huge grin his face, obviously seeing that his attempt to embarrass me was working. I collected myself as best I could. “Well, no matter. What’s done is done and I don’t answer to her. So tough shit, Steven.”

Just then, the doorbell rang again. I opened it, and Wesley stood there.

“Howdy shit stain, having a faggy party here tonight? I saw Twink the Fairy right there coming over and thought I’d check it out and see what trouble y’all were getting into. Nothing worse than what I put you through, eh? Want another piece of me, Grant? The slut I was gonna take out tonight cancelled on me and my balls are aching.”

“No Wesley,” I said. “Twink the Fairy was just leaving, and so are you.”

“No way, Wesley huh?” Steven chimed in. “Grant was just talking about you. Telling me all about how you exposed his ass to Amy. I came over to let him know Amy stopped by his old place to tell him how disgusted she is with him. It was pretty entertaining.”

“Did I fucking ask?” Wesley sneered.

“Okay boys, break it up,” Matt said, stepping between the three of us.

“Whatever Grant. I know you’re loving all the exposure and attention. When’s the porn career officially kicking off, anyway?”

“Now what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, have you not seen? I took a video of you at the bar the other night and posted it online. Partly as an ad for the bar, but partly because I like watching the view count tick up by the thousands, knowing even more men are getting off because of your faggot ass.”

“By the thousands?! How many views does it have?”

“29,000 or so last time I checked.” Wesley pulled his phone out of his pocket and went to the webpage with the video. “Hah, up to 32,000 now. See?” Wesley turned his phone around, and Steven, Matt and I all leaned in to see. It really did have 32,000 views, and it really was a video of my tied to the column at the bar. Wesley was filming it while sitting in a barstool across the room, stroking his dick in the bottom of the frame. I was getting throat fucked by one of the Army guys and drunk men were cheering and jerking themselves off around us. I watched in horror, wondering if anyone I knew had seen the video, as my face was clearly visible. Steven chuckled.

“Who the fuck is pencil dick? Is that you, Wesley?!” Steven exclaimed, seeing Wesley’s dick in the frame of the video. Wesley snapped. He was sick of Steven’s annoyances, and he was not about to be made fun of by the fag as well. He dropped his phone and lunged at Steven, pinning him to the ground and sitting on his stomach. He wound up his fist, ready to deck Steven in the face.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, faggot? Say it again, I dare you. I’ll break your nose.” Wesley shouted, spraying spit all over Steven’s face. Steven had pitched a massive tent, fully erect from Wesley’s outburst. I had to admit my dick had wiggled a little watching it all happen as well.

“Get the fuck up,” Matt said to Wesley, bending down and grabbing his bicep to lift him. “You’re not giving anyone a broken nose or black eye in my house.

“Oh cmon, Matt. I know you hit hard when you get these fags in the dungeon.”

“Well, we’re not in the fucking dungeon, are we Wesley?” Matt asked sternly and rhetorically. He was clearly bigger and stronger than Wesley and had just asserted himself like the alpha of a wolf pack.

“Then let’s head down there. You promised you’d show me it anyway. Might as well see it in action,” Wesley suggested.

I watched Matt’s face as he calculated whether he wanted to take Wesley up on the offer. He looked to me. I had a concerned look on my face. I didn’t want Wesley to encroach on Matt’s and my life any more than he already had. Matt then looked at Steven, who also looked concerned. He had almost been beaten up just now, and the dungeon had many tools for Wesley to inflict pain on him with. Lastly, Matt looked down at both of out crotches. Our dicks were now both fully erect, betraying our apprehensions and ready for whatever was waiting for us in the dungeon.

“Looks like everyone’s excited. Grant, lead the way.”

I walked toward the door to the basement, and the three of them followed me down the stairs. We all gathered in the main area. Steven and I stood next to each other. Matt stood in front of me with Wesley next to him, in front of Steven.

“Alright Wesley,” Matt said, “here’s where the magic happens. If you’re gonna be down here, you’re gonna participate, not just watch. You may be aggressive, but it takes more finesse to be a good Dom. Grant is mine, but Steven would love to be your partner for training. Fags, you stay here and strip down. Wesley, come with me.” Matt and Wesley walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Steven and I stripped and stood next to each other, naked and silent with anticipation. Our doms returned a bit later. They had changed into more appropriate attire. Matt wore a leather vest and matching chaps. Wesley was in his jeans and a leather harness over his bare chest. Both men were wearing black combat boots. Matt exuded confidence and power, but Wesley looked shy and awkward, which made me smile. Matt held his rope bag and two floggers in his hand. Matt began stringing me up to the rafters. He did the same to Steven, and we hung by our wrists, standing on just our toes. We danced around next to each other, helpless to our doms.

“You ever used a flogger? Loose wrist, swing, and flick.” Matt struck my chest. Wesley attempted and softly grazed Steven’s stomach but was too timid. Matt struck me again, just as precisely and forcefully. Wesley struck Steven again, harder this time. The doms alternated flogging us fags until Wesley had gotten the hang of it. “Nice work, now lets test your accuracy.” Matt attached three clothespins to my left nipple, then three more to my right. He handed six clothespins to Wesley, who mimicked Matt’s work on Steven. Matt quickly whipped the flogger at my chest, ripping the clothespins off my skin in two quick strokes. The clothespins flew across the room, and my skin stung with pain. Wesley repeated the motions but did not remove a single pin. He had grazed the first three and completely missed the other three. He tried again and again, knocking off one pin aat a time. Steven received many lashes, which became more intense and erratic as Wesley became more frustrated. After a long while, he finally had removed all the pins, and Steven had tears welling in his eyes from the pain of the lengthy lashing.

Next, Matt got out a contraption of his own handicraft. It was a plastic mat, one of those used for office chairs to roll across carpet. He had turned it upside down so the small spikes faced up to our feet. In the middle of the mat was a small wooden pedestal. It was a narrow perch made out of a 4x4 fencepost cutoff. Steven and I tried to balance on it to avoid our feet being punctured by the mat, but we were each only able to fit a few toes on the perch. We each kept slipping off, as it was not directly beneath either of us. Next, Matt attached clamps to our nipples. He attached them so that the chains between clamps ran between Steven and me. If one of us were to fall off the perch, the clamps would harm us both. We were going to have to work together.

“Alright, ready to go. Game’s pretty simple. Steven, Grant, obviously you’re trying to avoid stabbing your feet or ripping your nipples off. Wesley and I are gonna keep flogging, working toward the opposite goal. Let’s begin.”

Matt immediately struck my ass with the flogger. I let out a yelp, but did not move an inch. Wesley struck Steven’s ass, who did not move either. We were holding strong. We endured a few more minutes of flogging before Wesley piped up.

“I’m sick of twink over here, I want a turn at shit stain.” Matt and Wesley switched places and I felt the first sting of Wesley’s flogger, getting an idea of what he had learned so far. He hit much more powerfully than Matt. He had no interest in pacing himself in doling out his pain. He only knew the goal as to inflict as much as possible. Steven shot me a knowing glance. I’m sure he was appreciative to get Matt’s more delicate, skillful touch. Wesley continued flogging my ass before getting another idea.

“Hell, they’re cocks are practically kissing, what happens if I…” Wesley swing the flogger down between us, striking both our cocks harshly. Steven and I each let out howls and fell off the perch onto the mat. The nipple clamps pulled off as well, one of them still dangling off one of my nipples, the other clattering to the ground.

“Nice work boys,” Matt said. “Let’s head to the bedroom for something a bit more pleasurable.” We all filed into the bedroom and Matt instructed us subs to lay on the bed with our asses facing each other. He grabbed a double ended dildo and greased it up before sliding it halfway into my ass. He inserted the other end into Steven’s ass, and then released his hand, so that our holes were now in charge of it. Matt then got on his knees above my head and pulled his hard cock out. Wesley mirrored him with Steven. We began suck the doms cocks. I worked my ass muscles to push the dildo out of my hole and deeper into Steven. I knew my ass could handle more than his, and this dildo was working me good, so I knew he was being put through the wringer. Steven moaned as the rubber cock pushed deeper into him, and I could feel it was about to fully leave me. Steven figured out how to control it, though, and plunged it back into me. We were playing reverse tug-of-war while our doms pleasured themselves with our throats.

“Take that thing out and get on your hands and knees. Face each other.” Matt barked orders. Steven and I obliged, rolling over into doggy style position. Our faces were inches from each other, and our doms entered our loosened holes with ease. We moaned and panted on each other’s faces, and Steven whispered so only I could hear him.

“His prick is so goddamn tiny. I can’t feel a thing. Switch me.”

I found it extremely funny the Steven wasn’t enjoying himself, and like Hell I was gonna ask Matt to stop fucking me. He felt amazing. I just winked at Steven and continued moaning. I felt Matt grab a fist full of my hair. He pushed me into Steven’s face, and our lips met. Steven backed away, but Wesley then reached for his hair and pressed him into me.

“C’mon boys, act like you love each other. Slip him some tongue, fag.”

Steven and I began making out. The entire time, we had locked eyes and were shooting each other death stares, but our tongues explored each other’s mouths and Steven was honestly an incredible kisser. I did not want him to know I was enjoying it though.

Matt pulled out and stood up. Wesley followed, and us fags waited for our next instructions.

“Off the bed, on your knees down here,” Matt said, pointing to the foot of the bed. “Wesley, sit here and stick your feet out. Boys, get to polishing his boots.”

I leaned down and started licking Wesley’s left boot, and Steven tongued the right boot. Matt stood behind us and offered encouragement. He occasionally leaned down to spank one of our asses, or pressed his boot into one of our cheeks, exposing our holes. He slowly stroked himself all the while. Wesley was either nervous or not into it at first, but after a bit, he began stroking off while watching us work, and then eventually started barking orders of his own.

“Twink, taste the sole,” he said, lifting his boot off the ground. Steven licked and then Wesley pressed his heel to Steven’s head and sandwiched him between the boot and the floor. “Shit stain, take my boot off. Use your teeth.” I went to the laces and loosened the knots with my lips and teeth. I peeled his boot off, revealing his sweat stained sock. “Inhale that alpha scent, faggot.” He pressed his sock into my nose, and I breathed deeply, smelling a day’s worth of man stink. I could see Steven pinned to the floor from the corner of my eye. He had a look of jealousy and longing on his face. I knew he would have loved to get a whiff of this. Wesley retracted and stood up. He kicked his other boot off and pulled his jeans off. Matt joined him in stripping the rest of the way down.

“I’m sick of twink, I wanna feel shit stain’s hole,” Wesley said. He threw me on the bed and rammed into me, fucking me doggy style.

“Well, my dom’s busy, I’m getting a piece of this too,” Steven exclaimed, as he climbed up on the bed and stuck his dick in my mouth. He grabbed my neck with both hands, squeezing until I was near choking and humped my throat. Matt grinned and climbed into bed last. He positioned himself behind Steven and lined his cock up with his hole. Steven moaned in pure pleasure as Matt stuck his cock in, finally thankful to have gotten to feel a real cock tonight. Matt fucked at a steady pace, and controlled Steven’s pace as he fucked my throat. Wesley was fucking with much quicker strokes. This made sense, as he had less distance to travel. Wesley was near my hard dick but did not grab it to stroke me off. He was still probably so new to this that he had to pretend he was fucking women.

“I’m gonna cum,” Steven announced. I readied my throat for his load, but Matt pulled Steven’s hips, forcing his cock out of my mouth, He took his dick out of Steven’s hole and held him still, waiting for Steven’s urge to subside.

“We’re not done yet, Steven. Grant, get in the sling.”

I hopped up and ran to the main room. I climbed into the leather sling and put my ankles in the stirrups. The three others followed and surrounded me, standing in a circle, cocks pointed at their target. Matt mounted my hole, plowing into me even harder than he had been before. Steven and Wesley stood next to my face. I grabbed each cock in one hand and stroked them both. Wesley grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth onto his penis, laying into my mouth. Steven played with my nipples as I fondled his cock and balls. I alternated blowing and jerking off the two at me head while Matt fucked me. He palmed my testicles and used them as a handle, yanking on them as he fucked.

After some time, Steven decided to make the three men rotate positions. He moved to my hole, and Matt moved to my mouth. It was only minutes before Wesley remembered he was in charge of Steven and forced him to leave so he could have time with my hole. I clenched my hole around his dick and made him moan. He was the first to cum, seeding my ass with his hot sperm. Steven hopped right back onto me and used Wesley’s cum as lube to slide in and bring himself to completion. When he pulled out, his dick was covered in a thick layer of slimy semen, and he came back up to my face and made me suck him clean. This turned Wesley on, and he made me do the same for him when I was done with Steven. Steven continued playing with my sensitive nipples as Matt mounted me with his fat cock in my hole. He bred me with the largest and most potent load of the three men. He stroked me as he fucked, and I blew my load shortly after him, rounded out the evening for us all.

Steven and Wesley quickly got dressed and gathered their things. They headed out together, and I watched them through the window as they walked down the driveway. Steven copped a feel at Wesley’s ass, and Wesley responded by shoving Steven so hard in the shoulder that he fell into the dewy grass beside them. Wesley did not miss a beat and kept walking all the way back to his house. Steven picked himself back up and quickly looked around to see if anyone witnessed what happened, before hopping in his car and heading out. I threw myself down onto the bed in exhaustion. Matt sat against his pillow next to me.

“What a night, I’m beat.”

“Nice work tonight, faggot. Steven has nothing on you. Wesley could turn into a pretty good dom too, with time and training.”

“Yeah, maybe once he’s eighty years old he will have learned enough to not be so insufferable. He needs dick surgery too; his little pencil dick would fit perfectly in a chastity cage as it is now.”

“It’s all about attitude, Grant. You just have a greedy pig hole. He can be plenty dominant and sadistic.”

I laid silently, letting Matt win. My mind drifted as I laid there. I thought more about why Steven and Wesley had even come over in the first place, before we got distracted by our foursome. Steven had told Amy everything, and then some. My mind raced with what if’s about her telling my friends and family. I wondered if she even believed Steven and if she would reach out to me for more clarification. I decided I would not reach out to her first. I looked over at Matt, who had rolled over and was lightly snoring. I turned off my lamp but could not sleep as my mind was racing.

I also thought about the video Wesley had posted. 32,000 views. Tens of thousands of people having seen my face, clear as day, being a faggot slut on camera. What if someone who knew me was just browsing porn and came across me? The thought of that excited me a little, to be honest. The lack of control. The fear was overwhelming, but there was nothing I could do. It’s the internet. I pulled my phone out to find the video. I scrolled through the comments, getting even more turned on reading the degrading things anonymous men were writing about me. I noticed a few people putting links in the comments. I didn’t click, as I figured they were spam. One of them had a comment as well as a link. Same fag as this one, he’s quite a busy slut. There were other videos? I clicked the link.

I watched myself streaking through the aisles of the home center. Someone had leaked the security camera footage of that day! The entire thing was up there, my face and naked body, in black and white, for the world to see. I was hesitant to look at the views and comments, but I couldn’t stop myself. Holy shit. 108,000 views. My dick was fully erect at the situation. The top comment on the exhibition was a link to yet another video. I took a deep breath and clicked. “Please make me your urinal Sir, use me please.” I watched in shock as my face, clear as day, got showered with piss. I was stroking myself off through my jeans and was clearly in heaven. It was someone’s phone video of me, way back when Matt set me up at the gay club. Close up face with voice. If someone knew me and watched this, they would have no hesitation about whether it was me. There was nothing I could do about it. I looked at the views. 556,000.

My dick was practically tearing through my underwear at this point. I jumped out of bed, made my way to the bathroom, and pulled my dick out. I played the video again and watched myself being degraded and enjoying it. I stroked myself and quickly blew the biggest load of my life, spraying the mirror and sink. I set my phone down, cleaned up and then sat on the bathroom floor. I thought about how helpless and exposed I felt, and how scared it made me. But it also turned me on so much to know that I was truly a faggot, and that the world knew that too. There was nothing I could do about Amy knowing, and there was nothing I could do about 556,000 strangers knowing. So, I accepted my fate and went to bed, sleeping soundly through the night.

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!