Coercive Control

I stirred in the hotel bed, awoken by the erection growing in my chastity cage. I laid on my back and attempted to will it away, but it was no use. My erection wouldn’t go away because I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday. I had been gang banged in this very bed while Matt went off to the law conference. I had begged him to let me skip it and hunt down some loads instead. He had obliged and given me my wish in his own sadistic way. I took twenty-seven loads in total yesterday, fulfilling over a quarter of my one hundred load goal that would grant me release from the prison around my penis. I glanced over at Matt, who was still fast asleep next to me. I decided to quietly get up, so as not to disturb Matt, and slip on some clothes before going to the hotel gym. I grabbed a room key and headed down.

Walking to the gym distracted me enough that my erection had gone away, but I had now become distracted by my phone. I walked down the hall while scrolling social media, and I didn’t even notice the man leaving the gym as I entered. I ran straight into him, and we collided, the paper water cup in his hand spilling all over us both. I felt the cool water run down my shirt and into my shorts. I wondered if my cage showed through.

“Jesus, dude, watch where…” the guy muttered.

“I’m so sorry, my bad,” I said frantically before looking up at the guy. He and I locked eyes, and he had stopped mid-sentence with his mouth open slightly. His eyes scanned me up and down, and I did the same to him. He was slightly taller than me, and about my age. He had short hair that was jet black. His wet tank top clung to his washboard abs and I could see a treasure trail of black hair leading into his bulging shorts. He stepped back, clearing the doorway for me to enter.

“Well, that was refreshing, wasn’t it? Don’t worry about it,” the guy said, walking back over to the water cooler to get a new cup.

“I really am sorry, I was just being a dumbass,” I said, still feeling the need to apologize. “I’m Grant, by the way,” I added, hoping this stud would want to chat with me a little more.

“Brock. Getting a pump in before today’s festivities kick off?”

“Uh, yeah, I am. Festivities?” I asked.

“The kinky street fair. Sorry, is that not why you’re here? I just assumed…”

“Oh, no, yeah that is why I’m here. Well, kinda. Long-ish story.” I stumbled over my words, unsure of how much to include. Brock gave me a smile. “Sorry, I haven’t had my coffee today.”

“No worries, cutie. Well, I’ll let you get to your workout. See you around, hopefully.”

“Yeah, I hope so too, see ya!” I replied as Brock turned and left the gym. I did a light workout, feeling refreshed and reset after my eventful yesterday and this morning. I made my way back up to the hotel room, stopping in the lobby for a couple coffees for Matt and myself.

“Good morning, Sir,” I said with a kiss as I walked up to Matt, who was sitting up in bed on his laptop. His hairy shirtless chest looked so sexy. I set his coffee on his nightstand and sat down at the foot of the bed.

“Good workout?”

“Yeah, it felt great. God, I really embarrassed myself running right into this guy and spilling his water all over us.”

I recounted the story for Matt, being sure to include how sexy Brock was and how I was pretty sure he saw my cage. That turned us on, and Matt gave me a look that I knew all too well. I ducked my head under the bedspread and crawled over to his crotch. He was already naked and erect, so I swallowed his cock quickly, making him moan. Matt rested his hands on the back of my neck but didn’t grab my head at all. I thought I heard him on his phone, but I wasn’t sure. I continued sucking Matt for a few minutes, until we heard a knock at the door. Must be the maid or something.

“Well, go see who it is,” Matt ordered. I crawled out of bed, pulling some shorts on. I walked up to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Brock! I opened the door and let him in. He had a huge grin and a hungry insatiable look in his eyes.

“Morning boy, I just couldn’t stay away,” Brock said.

“I found him on the hookup apps yesterday,” Matt explained from bed. “I told him where to find you yesterday during the gangbang and remembered him when you told me about him this morning. Did you come use him, Brock?”

“Oh yeah, I did. I had a pretty good idea you were the same fag from yesterday when I saw your cock cage through your wet shorts this morning. I hopped right on the apps hoping to find you hunting for more.”

“Well, enough blabber,” I interjected as I pulled my sorts back off and laid down on the bed. “Get naked and give me your fucking cock, Sir!”

Brock immediately grabbed his shirt and peeled it off over his head, revealing his abs and chest. I noticed his nipples were pierced. A metal bar ran through each of them. He noticed me starting and let me get a closer look. He sat down on the bed and grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth into his left nipple. I gingerly sucked and flicked it with my tongue, not wanting to hurt him if they were sensitive. He whispered “harder”, though, and I obeyed. I played with Brock’s nipples and grabbed his bulge, fondling his meat and making him grow in my hand. Matt joined us at the foot of the bed, and I reached my left hand down to stroke him off. He had been precumming a lot already, but even more spilled out of his cock now.

Matt pulled me off of Brock and shoved me down onto the bed. I stuck my ass in the air and shook it around some, taunting the men. As Matt made his way back over to my mouth for more sucking, I watched Brock strip down the rest of the way. He pulled his shorts down, revealing a thick nine-inch cock. His treasure trail ran into a thick bush of black pubes that engulfed the base of his penis. I licked my lips, excited to feel his beast, but Matt had sat down in front of me, and grabbed my hair, pushing me onto his cock. I sucked on Matt and waited to feel Brock mounting my hole.

Brock bent down and ate my ass for a few minutes, savoring the sweaty musk of my post-workout hole. He pushed his tongue into me and lubed up my hole. He then pressed both of his index fingers into me and pulled them apart, stretching my hole until it gaped, making me moan. He pulled them out and then grabbed the base of his cock, slapping it on my hole, which was now hungry and begging for it. Brock spat on his hand and stroked himself before lining up and burying himself into me.

I moaned loudly as Brock inserted himself into me. I tried to think back to yesterday when I had felt his cock before, but it was all such a blur, and I had no idea which cock he had been. I decided to stop worrying about that and just focus on getting another load out of him instead. I clenched my hole around his cock and rocked my hips into his, causing him to ram into me harder. He grabbed my collar and pulled on it, pulling my head off of Matt’s cock and choking me in the process. I looked at Matt, who had a huge grin on his face, watching me being dominated. He playfully slapped my cheek and spat in my face. I moaned and thanked him.

“Wanna take him to the limit?” Matt asked Brock.

“Hell fucking yeah,” Brock said, pulling out and standing over me.

Matt had Brock lay down on the bed with his cock sticking up. He told me to climb up onto it and insert himself into me. I knew what was coming next. Matt got on his knees behind me and stuck a finger in my hole, stretching me just a bit more, preparing me for his cock. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his cock. He pressed it in slowly, and after a few moments, I had both of these men’s massive cocks in my loose hole at once. I moaned loudly into Brock’s neck, where I had buried my face. Matt did all the work, fucking me and frotting his cock with Brock’s at the same time. Brock grabbed my head and pulled my lips onto his. His tongue invaded my mouth and we made out with each other, sloppy and passionately.

My hole was being completely wrecked by these two massive cocks. Luckily, it only took minutes for Matt to bring himself over the edge. I felt his cock pulsing, stretching me just a little bit further, as he erupted with semen. His load flooded from my ass and coated Brock’s cock in the process. I tried to clench and retain it, but it was no use. Matt’s load spilled out of me, running down Brock’s cock and balls. Brock came shortly after, adding his load to the river of cum flowing out of my ass. His load was massive, and I still felt like I had a full load in me after they both had pulled out and I looked at the huge puddle of spillage on the bed. I quickly turned around and swallowed Matt’s softening cock, sucking the cum residue and ass juice off of it. Once I was satisfied with my work, I did the same for Brock. He was still fully erect by the time I was done, and I wondered how quickly he could be up for round two. Brock had other plans, though.

“Well boys, that was fun as hell. I’ve got to get going though and clean myself up before the street fair. Hope to see you guys out there!”

Brock got dressed and left, leaving Matt and myself naked and smelling of sex in our love den. Matt showered and then I hopped in after him. When I got out, Matt was getting dressed for the street fair. He wore a pair of jean shorts, black leather boots, and his leather vest with no shirt underneath. He wore fingerless biker gloves to bring the whole outfit together. He looked incredibly sexy. Matt dressed me up in an outfit he had brought for me. A harness with no shirt underneath, and a mesh jockstrap that showed my cage clearly through the fabric. I also wore tall white socks and athletic shoes. Matt let me wear shorts and a shirt through the lobby, but once we stepped out of the hotel and into the street fair, I was ordered to strip back down to my uniform.

We walked around together for a while, checking out the other men in the crowd and the booths. There was a small stage with a DJ and a dancefloor in front of him, where a group had gathered and was dancing. Others stood to the sides, drinking beer, chatting, laughing, or watching each other intently with arousal in their eyes. There were vendors flanking the exterior, selling a variety of food and drink, sexual clothing and toys, and more intense bondage gear. A man behind a booth selling leather gear waved hello to Matt, and Matt waved back.

“That’s my old buddy, Alex. I’m gonna go chat for a bit, you feel free to keep exploring!” Matt said before heading in his friend’s direction. I was left by myself, and I wandered around aimlessly, drifting away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd to the edge of the event. I was still warming up to the whole thing. I walked past a trailer, and two men were leaning on it smoking a joint together. They wore matching jeans and black tees, as if they worked for one of the booths. One of them nodded at me and grabbed his crotch. I made my way over to them.

“Afternoon, faggot. You look like a lost little puppy wandering around. Why don’t you hang with us while we’re on our break?”

“I’d love to Sir,” I said, understanding his cruising and getting down on my knees. He glanced around before unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. I took it in my hand and stroked him until he was erect. I cupped and fondled his nuts while I sucked his cock. His buddy got his cock out and stroked off while he smoked. I felt the first guy’s semen flooding my mouth, and I wasted no time hopping over to the second guy. The men traded me for the joint, and I quickly sucked a load out of the other guy. I stood up, wiped the dirt off my knees, thanked the men, and made my way back to the event, looking for Matt.

As I walked past one of the other trailers, I felt a hand grab my harness and tug me away. I turned to see who had ambushed me, and it was the flight attendant that had used me on the flight here the other day! He grinned at me and pinched my nipples.

“Hey there boy, you sure have a way of getting into public mischief where you’re not supposed to, don’t you?” He chuckled. He must have been watching me blow those other guys.

“Hey, so you planned this long layover so you could come to the event?”

“Sure did, clever boy. I should have known a pervy little boy like you would be coming here too. I haven’t been able to get that boy pussy of yours out of my mind, why don’t you give me another piece?”

“Gladly,” I grinned, turning around, and bending over. I leaned my arms on the wheel well of the trailer next to us and the flight attendant got on his knees to eat me out. He had easy access as I wore nothing but a jockstrap, and he tongue-fucked my hole for a few minutes before standing and lining his cock up for entry. He pressed into me, and I moaned softly, trying to contain myself and not get caught back here. He plowed me much harder than he had on the plane. We had more elbow room to work out here for sure. He fucked quickly and vigorously, and it was just minutes before he flooded my hole with his load. He pulled out, playfully slapped my bare ass, and walked back toward the crowd. I clenched my hole shut, trying to keep the load from running down my legs as I walked back toward where I assumed Matt was.

I found Matt near the table his friend had been at, but all the workers at the table were now gone.

“Hey Grant, you might wanna run your fingers through your hair, it looks a little disheveled.” Matt winked and grinned, knowing what I had been up to.

“Thanks, Sir. How was Alex?” I combed my hair, covering up the evidence of my escapades.

“Oh, he’s been good. Haven’t seen him all year. I told him all about you, actually. He got so hot and bothered.”

“Oh yeah? You’ll have to introduce me while you’ve got me dressed up on display like this. Where’d he run off to, anyway?”

“Ah, glad you asked. He actually is setting up a little display his store likes to do. A hands-on demonstration if you will. He’s extremely skilled at impact play, taught me everything I know. He usually uses one of his boys in the demo, but I volunteered you instead. You game? Oh look, here they are now.”

My dick twitched in my cage at the thought of being a pain pig for someone more dominant than Matt, and on display for an entire crowd. I turned and watched as a few men rolled a small platform to the middle of the street. The stage for my performance. They set up a bondage bench and then Matt’s friend took the stage and started the show as a small crowd formed.

“Gentlemen! Welcome, welcome. Gather around. My name is Alex and I own the shop running the booth just over there. We have a special treat for you today. I was hoping you guys would let me show off some of the goodies I have on sale today, how would we like that?!” The crowd cheered and applauded. “Awesome! Why don’t we start by bringing out our brave little soldier who’s gonna be helping me out? Bring him out, boys!”

Just then, I felt two sets of arms wrap around my biceps and start pushing me into the crowd. I turned to see who it was, and it was the two men I had sucked off behind the trailer a bit ago. The three of us walked toward the stage, pushing through the crowd as men groped me and cheered me on. I saw multiple phones pointed at me, recording the event. Once I was on stage, Alex leaned down and whispered in my ear:

“Hi there, Grant. You ready for this?”

“Yes Sir, give me your worst,” I replied, with a grin. Alex clasped my hand in his and raised them above our heads.

“Everybody, give the sorry sucker a hand!” Alex announced. The crowd applauded for me. Alex’s goons bent me over the bondage bench. It was wooden with leather padding where my torso, arms, and legs would rest. They secured my wrists and ankles to their positions with the leather straps, and I was locked and loaded, ready for my impending abuse. I had completely forgotten about the cum in my ass, and as I relaxed into my bondage, a huge glob of it leaked out of me and ran down my thigh. This got cheers and whistles from the half of the crowd that could see it. My face turned red with embarrassment for a moment, but I just accepted and embraced it, as I had no other option.

I got deep into sub space at this point, barely listening to Alex’s carnival barking. I listened well enough to give him some ‘Yes, Sir’ and ‘More, Sir’ when he asked, but I focused on the pain and pleasure I was receiving. I tried to ignore the videos being recorded, but this was hard to do, as Alex would hold me head up by my hair with one hand while he spanked my ass with the other. My face was on display for half the crowd, and my ass was on display for the other half.

Alex’s regime included five spanks with whatever implement he was using, before I was turned ninety degrees for five more spanks. The stage had a built-in rotating track for easily exposing me in any direction. Once we had made it around all four positions in a full circle, Alex would switch instruments and go again. Twenty more beatings, five in each direction. He started with his bare hand, then a thin cane. When he used the riding crop, he added a few additional hits to my balls. Next was a flogger, and then a wooden paddle with holes in it to reduce air resistance. He varied his hits in intensity, some making me just wince, others making me howl. This got the crowd really riled up. By the time he was done, I had taken one hundred spanks to my ass, which was now bright red and felt like it was on fire.

Alex was not done yet, though. It was time for the grand finale. His goons unrestrained me and then placed me standing under a frame made out of metal pipes. It ran up over our heads, and they restrained my wrists and ankles, so my body was tied in an ‘X’. Alex retrieved a bull whip and gave me my first experience with one. He showed off his marksmanship by calling out a body part, then striking me in the exact location he aimed for. He struck each of my shoulder blades, the small of my back, and then each of my red butt cheeks. He then moved to my front and gave me a switch on each thigh, each nipple, and then announced he was going to strike my caged dick as the finale. I closed my eyes and winced in preparation for the agonizing pain about to come, and the crowd waited in breathless anticipation. I heard the whip crack, and then I felt it’s sting just below my belly button. The crowd laughed and cheered as I sighed in relief that Alex had not been so sadistic and had only been joking with me.

“Give this impressive little sub a round of applause! C’mon he deserves more than that! There you go!” Alex worked the crowd up as his guys untied me. I went and stood next to Alex. “Go ahead and take a bow!” I bent over, and Alex spanked me playfully, making the crowd cheer some more. I looked out at the sea of faces and picked Brock out of the crowd. He had watched the whole show! I made eye contact and smiled at him, and he grinned as he raised his cup of beer in my direction, toasting me for a job well done.

“Thank you so much, Sir,” I told Alex, shaking his hand once we had stepped off the stage. “That was truly incredible. You’re gonna have to teach Matt how to use that whip.”

“Haha, eager little sub. I love a boy who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to be himself. I meant what I said up there, you really are quite impressive. You should be proud of yourself, you know?”

“Thank you, Sir. That means a lot. I have Matt to thank, he has been helping me learn my potential.”

Alex, Matt, and I chatted for a bit longer, and then Matt and I walked away from the crowd, sitting on a bench, and drinking a beer. We chatted about nothing of relevance, just unwinding after my intense session, and taking a break from it all. It was really refreshing and helped me collect myself. After an hour or so, Matt told me he had been invited to have drinks with some lawyer friends who hadn’t left town yet, and I told him he should go see them. I told him I wanted to stay and hang out, as I hadn’t really even gotten a chance to see the fair as a guest yet. We stuffed my things in one of the lockers that had been provided, so I wouldn’t be stranded naked and without a room key, and Matt and I parted ways.

I headed back into the fair, getting another beer, and then dancing with the group for a while. A few guys felt me up and grinded against me, and I returned the favor with a few sexy guys myself. After a while, I needed to take a leak, so I went over to the bathrooms. There were a few porta potties, and an outdoor trough urinal. The trough was just wide enough for three guys at a time, and someone was standing right in the middle. I walked up to his right side and pulled my cage out of my jockstrap. As I relieved myself, I glanced over at the guy next to me, and he was slowly stroking his semi. He placed the empty beer cup he had been holding at his side in the trough and unleashed his stream of piss into the cup. The guy that had come up to his left aimed in the cup’s direction as well, and soon the clear plastic was overflowing with both men’s liquid gold. They took a half step back, waiting to see what I would do. I grinned and reached for the cup. I put it to my lips and chugged it all down in one go. I was a pro at this by now, and these boys weren’t gonna intimidate or humiliate me at a kink event. They watched in awe and lust as I chugged their piss, and then I threw the cup into a nearby trash can. I turned to leave and bumped right into Brock.

“Hey there faggot, watch it! You’ve really got to work on knowing your surroundings better.”

“Haha, sorry Brock, at least I wasn’t holding that full cup of piss to spill on ya!”

“Pretty impressive performance you gave everyone earlier, is there anything you can’t do?!”

“Matts got me pretty well trained, and Alex there has got me whipped apparently.”

“I’m just glad I was able to get in one some of the action yesterday and this morning. I tend to be more of a bottom, but fuck, you make me wanna be a dom top, Grant.”

“That’s so hot, Brock. I’ve got a boy we play with that makes me feel the same way. Steven.” I sneered.  “He’s a brat, though, so he’s extra fun to fuck with.”

“Haha sounds incredible. I can’t imagine you dominating anything, though, you big sissy.” Brock teased. “Gotta be hard to pin Steven down and fuck him with that dick locked up. I couldn’t imagine coming to an event like this locked, let alone being a cumdump in it.”

“Yeah, it’s been interesting to say the least.” I proceeded to explain the whole one hundred load task to Brock.

“Wow, that’s impressive. I wouldn’t go a single fuck without blowing my load. At least he brought you to a sex party to get it done. I’m surprised you aren’t posted up in the porta potty glory hole working on getting more.”

“Well, don’t say I’m done. If I’ve been counting right, which my horny ass has, I have only taken fifty-seven. I still have so much left.”

“Fuck, Grant. Let’s take care of one more, then,” Brock said, rubbing his full erection in his shorts. “Let’s head back upstairs.”

“You can’t walk through the lobby with that boner, c’mon. I’ll show you where we can go.”

I led Brock back to the trailers where I had hooked up with the three guys earlier. Once we were out of view, Brock grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall of the trailer. He pressed his body into mine and kissed me passionately. I opened my lips, letting his tongue explore my mouth. Surely, he tasted the anonymous piss on my breath. I reached for his nine fat inches, taking it out of his shorts and stroking it with both hands. His hands moved from my shoulders to my neck, which caressed me lightly. This sent chills down my spine as I strained hard in my cage.

“Use me,” I moaned. Brock quickly spun my body around and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. He played with my nipples as he pressed his hips into me, poking my hole with his dick. He pinched my nipples harder as he pressed himself into me, using just his precum as lube for his fuck. He grunted like an animal and rammed his cock into me with no abandon. He had taken me all for himself and was going to enjoy me. Brock fucked me hard and fast and gave no indication that he was nearing orgasm any time soon. I, on the other hand, had not cum in a week, but had been edging with constant sex the whole time. Brock rammed into my prostate repeatedly, and I could feel myself on the brink of cumming hands free. I contemplated letting Brock continue, but then I knew that if I did cum, I would not be able to keep myself from telling Matt, and I worried about him being disappointed in me or jealous that it had not been him making me blow through my cage. I thought he might even make me lock up for longer than expected as punishment. I pulled my hole off of Brock’s cock, deciding not to let myself cum.

“You’ve already bred me. Paint my face instead, Sir.”

“Happily,” Brock grinned sadistically as I got down on my knees in front of him. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and started stroking it with both hands while I sucked on the tip with my puckered lips. Brock moaned softly and I backed away, providing him with my face as a canvas. He was about to paint a Jackson Pollock.

Seven spurts of semen shot out of Brock’s cock and landed on my face. I continued stroking him the entire time, and each rope of cum splashed across my face in a different spot. I felt it in my hair and dripping down my cheeks. It was in my eyes, nose, and mouth.

“Fuck, fag. You gotta see this.” Brock fished his phone out of his shorts and took a picture of my painted face. He showed me the photo, and I got even hornier than before.

“Fuck, thank you Sir. Could you send me that photo?”

Brock agreed and I gave him my cell number. He also told me he had taken a few videos during the spanking show and sent me those as well. I was excited that I now had Brock’s number. I was hoping we would keep in touch after this weekend, even though we lived on opposite ends of the country. Brock helped me get cleaned up a little, and we headed back toward the event. We hung out for a while longer, until Brock decided to call it an evening. I told him that I was gonna have one more beer before I headed out and told him goodbye.

In honesty, I did not need another beer. I did need more loads, though, as Brock had only made me even hornier. Brock had mentioned a glory hole in the porta potties, and I was gonna investigate. I headed over to the restrooms and stepped inside. Sure enough, someone had vandalized the plastic walls and carved a hole in the wall. I sat and waited, hoping I would get lucky. After a few minutes, I watched through the hole as the door opened and someone stepped inside. I placed my fingers through the hole, inviting him to let me blow him. He obliged and stuck his soft cock through the hole. It was not the prettiest cock, but I was not being picky right now. I took it in my mouth and serviced the man, bringing him to orgasm in my mouth. He left, and I waited for more. In total, I took six loads at the glory hole. It took a while, and the crowd had died down quite a bit from earlier today. It was getting late, and I hadn’t gotten a cock in a while, so I called it a night and headed back up to the hotel room.

Matt had not returned, so I stripped down and took a long, steamy shower. I rinsed all the sex and sweat off my skin and crawled into bed naked. I thought about texting Matt but didn’t want to bother him around his professional friends. I also thought about texting Brock, but I didn’t want to seem creepy or like I was coming on too strong. I decided to just flip around on the TV until I found some movie to watch, before falling asleep. Later that night, I woke up to Matt softly coming into the room and to bed. I felt the warmth of his body press up against mine with his hairy chest on my back as he spooned me. I snuggled into him and quickly fell back asleep. The next morning, I woke up to Matt getting out of bed.

“Good morning, Sir, have a good night?”

“Good morning, Grant. Yeah, I did. Did you?”

“Yeah! I found Brock at the street fair, and we hung out for a while. We really hit it off.”

“Good deal! Well, we better get a move on if we’re gonna make it to the airport on time. I’m gonna hop in the shower, you go ahead and get packed up.”

“Aye aye, Captain.”

Matt made his way to the bathroom, and I started packing up our things. I reminisced on the weekend as I folded up the straitjacket. I had been degraded and treated like a complete faggot, and I didn’t feel humiliated in the slightest. I felt proud. I thought about the compliment Alex had paid me after giving me his beating, telling me what an impressive faggot I am. I guess I had become a lot less inhibited and more open with myself, especially since the chastity started. The street fair had been great as well. It had not been full of a bunch of straight guys treating me like scum, but it had been a bunch of supportive like-minded gay people encouraging me to be the faggot I enjoyed being so much. I was grateful that matt had brought me here to experience it, and I was even happy that he had put me in chastity beforehand to tear down my inhibitions about it all. Matt really was the smartest, sexiest Dom a boy could want.

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