Coercive Control

“Babe are you okay? You’ve hardly touched your dinner.”

I looked up from the table to the sound of Amy’s voice. “Sorry, it’s just been a long work week distracting me. But tomorrow is Friday then I can put it all out of my mind this weekend! Do you work?”

“I have the night shift Saturday yeah but I’m free on Sunday. Maybe we could go out.”

“Sounds perfect!”

I have to confess I couldn’t even really focus on Amy’s conversation. I was so nervous about my boss Bruce discovering I lost him his big account. But apparently I had some unnamed ally in the office who was willing to help me. Who was it though? And what is it that they’re going to want in return?

The next morning, I got a text from the anonymous number.

“Morning boy, how’d you sleep knowing your secret is safe with me?” Them using the word boy seemed odd.

“Still want me to make your problem go away? Well, I got you a little something. Open your bottom right desk drawer.”

I opened up the drawer and rifled through the file folders. In the back of the drawer was a jockstrap. It wasn’t like any I’d seen before though. Not white with a thick waistband like I was used to. This one was a thin, light blue material and along the waistband it said DADDY’S BOY in hot pink.

“The fuck is this?” I texted.

“Your new underwear for the day. What’s a manly man like you used to wearing? Black trunks? Plaid boxers? Go to the bathroom and get changed for me, daddy’s boy.”

 I wasn’t gonna put this gay little thing on, that’s fucking ridiculous. As if this mysterious man was reading my mind, though, he texted.

“Or I can just go tell Bruce that I heard you blabbering about at the bar last weekend…”

Instinctively, I stood straight up. Then I realized a couple co-workers in the next cubes look up at me. I shoved the jockstrap and phone in my pockets, shot them a half smile, and walked off right for the bathroom.

I sat in the bathroom stall, looking at the jockstrap. I couldn’t believe my blackmailer was just some gay perv. The only gay guy in the office was the temp Steven, but the texts didn’t seem like how he spoke. He seemed more submissive anyway. Once again, as if reading my mind, a text.

“You trying to figure out who I am? You’ll find out soon enough if you’re a good obedient boy. Now get back out there, you don’t want your co-workers to think anything is suspicious.”  

I decided I was just going to go back out without changing. Pretend that I had.

“And don’t think about leaving without the jock on. You’re going to send me a pic as proof once you’re back sitting at your desk.”

Reluctantly, I quickly kicked off my shoes and slacks. I peeled off my trunks (black, just like Mr. anonymous had predicted) and pulled the jockstrap up over my ass cheeks. It felt like wearing nothing, probably because my entire ass was bare. But even the front felt exposed, even though my package was filling out a large light blue bulge. I was officially labelled Daddy’s Boy.

I redressed quickly and made my way back to my desk, but there was a slight issue. My bare ass rubbing on my pants was turning me on a little. I was starting to pitch a tent, so I had to shuffle back to my desk quickly and take a seat.

“Prove it’s on, boy.”

I looked around to make sure nobody was walking by, and I unbuttoned my pants, pulled my bulge out, snapped a pic, and sent it.

“Good boy. Keep it on and you live another day.”

About an hour later, Bruce came out of his office and called everyone into the conference room.

“We have received a couple new cases this week that I’m delegating out. Attorneys have the initial case files and will be reaching out to the paralegals for assignments. I also wanted to address the issue regarding the Lucero account. The matter has been resolved. Apparently, Lucero’s daughter was the one blabbing about her father’s case, so I am sorry for accusing anyone here of doing so. You are all very fine employees. That will be all.”

What a relief! All this worrying and I wasn’t even the cause of the case lost. I made my way back to my desk. As I got back, my cubicle neighbor Rachel told me that Anderson had asked for me to report to his office for case assignment. I get to work with Matt Anderson? He only ever picks from the top two or three paralegals, never anyone as low in the pecking order as I am. I made my way down the hall to his office, trying to contain my excitement.

“Good afternoon, Grant. I was hoping you’d help me with this new case. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I watch over all you paralegals and I’ve been interested in working with you.”

“It’s really an honor Sir, who else is going to be on the case with us?”

“Just the two of us. It’s a small one so you shouldn’t need any help, unless you don’t think you’re ready to work a case alone?”

“No I definitely am!” Did I sound too eager just now?

“Good deal. Well Bruce wants us attorneys cranking out cases to make up for the Lucero loss so we’re gonna be trying to turn this thing around quickly. Crazy how that Lucero thing just became a non-issue around here though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah I guess so. So, when is the first client meeting?”

Before I could finish my question, Matt stood up and put his hands on his hip.

“Let’s cut to the chase kid.”

And then it all clicked for me.

“We both know why you’re here with me right now.”

With that, Matt unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock, and I recognized it. It was that same fat, veiny, uncut cock that I had jerked off under the bathroom stall earlier this week! I’d recognize it anywhere easily. I wondered if those dark pubes it was sitting in travelled up his stomach and chest as well. I stared in shock for a second with my mouth open. Matt put his cock away and sat back down.

“Put your tongue away before you start drooling. A friend of mine was at that bar last weekend and heard you talking out your ass about the firm so he let me know. I was gonna go to Bruce with it first thing but then I caught you jerking off in the bathroom earlier this week. I thought it was that temp with the limp wrists at first, but I saw you wearing the same shoes later and realized you were the little pervert in the office. Didn’t know you were queer though, that is until you were so eager to stroke my cock in the bathroom. Thought you’d mentioned a wife at some point though.”

“uh… girlfriend actually…” I stammered as I put the pieces together and regretted giving that handjob.

“Well at any rate, you obviously understand how bad of a situation you caused is, and since I told Bruce my hunch was that Lucero’s daughter caused it, he is trying to look past it. But I know the truth about you, so it’s my responsibility to make sure you understand the consequences of your careless actions. You owe it to the company and you owe it to me for sticking my neck out for you.”

“This is sexual harassment AND coercion.”

“Grant, you grabbed my cock and stroked it without knowing it was me. You also put that jockstrap on this morning. You didn’t take it off did you? I’d have to go tell Bruce the truth, that you just came and ratted yourself out to me. Let’s see.”

He motioned for me to stand up. I looked behind me at the door and thankfully it was shut. I slowly undid my pants and pulled them down just enough for Matt to see the DADDY’S BOY waistband.

“Good boy. So you keep that on the rest of the day and I’ll keep your secret. Report back to me to prove it before you go home tonight. Here’s the case file to start going through.”

I buttoned my pants, grabbed the file, and looked at Matt, worried. He gave me a smile and wink, and though the whole situation made me feel uneasy, his smile seemed reassuring. And he was giving me a way out of my mistake. And I was getting to work with the second in command attorney here, something I didn’t think I’d get to do for a couple years at least. As I walked back to my desk, it seemed like the benefits outweighed the downsides.

At 4:30 I went back to Matt’s office with a few updated forms and files for him. I guess I was going to let him see my underwear again as well. Maybe he wouldn’t even ask, though.

“Hey Grant! First order of business, let’s see Daddy’s boy.” I blushed, set the files down and flashed my waistband for him. “See I let that fly last time but I’m gonna need to see the full thing this time Grant.”

He motioned with his finger for me to pull my pants further down and turn. I did as he asked.

“You know I’m not gay right? This is just for my job.”

“Mmhmm I see. Well it doesn’t really matter to me whether you are or aren’t. It only matters that you chose to be a good boy and obey. But for the record, I can see you getting a little turned on at showing off for me.”

I was hoping he wouldn’t notice the raging boner I had gotten from Matt eye banging my exposed ass.

“Anyway, have a seat. So I talked to the client and scheduled a meeting, but they could only meet Monday morning, so I need you to come in this weekend.”

Ugh, great, I thought. “Okay! I’m available tomorrow, my girlfriend is working anyway. We have plans Sunday though, will we need more than a day to prepare?”

“No, we will only need to work tomorrow. I’ll see you in the morning. Oh, and if you don’t want your girlfriend to know you’re a daddy’s boy, you can leave that jockstrap here with me.”

“Oh okay that would probably be best I’ll go to the bathroom and change.”

“No that’s alright,” Matt said, as he stood up and walked over to me. “I’ll just take it now.”

Matt pulled my pants down then grabbed my waistband. He pulled the jockstrap over my cock and down my thighs and I stepped out of it. As I reached down into my bag for my briefs, he spanked me. Hard. Like frat hazing hard. I jolted upright and turned around. Matt then grabbed and started fondling my nuts.

“Still have that boner I see,” he whispered. “You can deny that your gay all you want, but that dick doesn’t lie boy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

With that, Matt sat back down at his desk and went back to typing at his computer, as if he hadn’t just spanked and groped me. I quickly pulled my clothes on, said goodnight, and rushed home for the night.

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