Coercive Control

Thank you all for the patience while I took longer than usual to write this chapter. I’m going to try to get back on a better schedule moving forward. Special shoutout to Andy for helping inspire this chapter. As always, feel free to comment below or email me with suggestions for future chapters. I try to respond to all emails and would love to incorporate your fantasies into Grant’s story. Thanks again for the continued support! Enjoy!

It was Sunday morning, and I laid on the couch mindlessly flipping through the channels while sipping my coffee. I had come downstairs early as to not disturb Matt, who had decided to sleep in for a bit longer. I also had my hand down my shorts and was fondling myself. It had only been three days since I had been released from my chastity cage that Matt had locked me in, and I was still adjusting to the feeling of freedom in my pants. My dick loved that it was once again able to swell up to a big, meaty erection in my hand. I slowly stroked the head, using the bead of precum that had emerged from my piss slit as lube.

“You just can’t get enough of that thing, can you? Missed having access to that dick, then, boy?” Matt said with a chuckle, emerging from the top of the stairs.

“Haha, I guess I can’t Sir. What are you gonna do about it? Lock me back up?”

“Don’t joke around too much or you might get just what you ask for. You did such a good job last time I bet you could go for twice as long if you did it again,” Matt warned with a wink and a smirk. He grabbed a coffee from the kitchen and joined me. “You know, I’ve been reminiscing lately. You’ve really come into your own, being a faggot, Grant. I’m increasingly impressed with how well you handle things when I encourage you. Remember when you watched me fuck Steven that first time? You told me you’d work to become better at sucking and fucking. Sure as shit, you definitely have.”

“Thanks, Sir. I definitely would not have believed you if you told me I would turn into a chastity cumdump for one hundred loads in just six months. I’d forgotten about watching you fuck Steven. He always knows just what to do to get under my skin,” I said, remembering him refusing to breed me while I was in chastity begging for his cum.

“You’ve got to stop letting him walk all over you. If you don’t want Steven dominating you, you need to assert your own dominance over him. Did I ever give you the option to be anything besides my faggot? No, so then why would you treat Steven any differently? Dom him hard if you want to dom him.”

Matt had a point, but I couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or if he was just trying to get me to retaliate and add fuel to my feud with Steven. I contemplated for a moment, but we quickly changed the conversation to more tame topics.

On Monday morning, Matt and I were both swamped with work. Matt had come in early to get ahead and then had a couple meetings to attend, and I had a backlog of paperwork to complete. I was in the zone and lost track of time. My phone vibrated with a text from Matt, which pulled me out of focus. He asked me to pick us something up for lunch, and I agreed before gathering my things and heading out. There was a deli across the street, and I walked over to get us some sandwiches. When I arrived, the line was fairly long, but I decided to wait in it. As I stood there, I felt the gaze of someone in the seating area. When I looked across the room, I saw him.

I made eye contact with the man as he brought his drink up to his large, puckered lips and sucked on the straw. He was incredibly sexy and exuded raw alpha energy. He had a bald head and wore a polo shirt that was hardly able to contain his massive, muscular arms and chest. His dark brown skin was smooth and glistened slightly as he set his drink back down. He leaned forward on his elbows and put a fist in his other hand, where he rested his chin. He stared directly at me, and then winked. I looked away, first at the ceiling then down at my feet. When I looked back at the man, he was standing up. He towered above everyone around him. He had to be at least six foot four inches tall, maybe taller. He had a huge tent in his pants as well. Huge. The man made his way toward the restrooms, and I knew what was expected of me. I hopped out of my place in line and followed.

The bathrooms were for a single occupant, and when I tried the handle, the door was unlocked. I pushed into the bathroom and saw him standing there. His arms were crossed against his chest, and he had already pulled his pants down to his knees. His cock was erect and pointing directly at me. He nodded his head down at it, and I locked the door behind me before quickly dropping to my knees at this alpha’s feet. His cock was massive, bigger than anyone I had seen. It had to be at least twelve inches long, and when I wrapped my hand around it, my fingertips were unable to reach my thumb. I stroked the man’s cock as I pressed my nose into his balls. I inhaled the musky scent of his balls and then stuck my tongue out to taste him. I lapped at his low-hanging scrotum and tasted his musky, sweaty pubes and skin. My tongue then travelled from the base of his cock along the underside until I was flicking the tip of his monster cock with my tongue.

I continued stroking his cock with one hand while I fondled his nuts with the other. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to accept his member and pressed forward. I relaxed my tongue and throat and allowed his cock to rape my mouth. He reached the back of my throat with ease with plenty of cock to spare. He grabbed a fist full of hair and used it as a handle as he invaded my throat with more force. I took the cock down my throat the best I could, but I quickly gagged and had tears running down my cheeks. He man pulled out and yanked me up by my hair.

The man spun me around and bent me over the sink. I could tell he had done this many times before, because he expertly maneuvered my body and his own. Once my hands were firmly planted to the sink basin, the man grabbed my slacks and yanked them and my underwear down to my ankles in one quick motion. He dove into my ass and started tongue fucking me with great intensity. I watched my face in the mirror as I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure from the workout my hole was getting. Once my hole had been loosened and slobbered up, the man stood up and I braced for impact.

He pressed his cock into me, slowly but constantly. He did not pause for me to adjust, and I did not wince or back away. I took his anaconda as best as I could, and in just a few seconds, he was buried completely inside me. I let out a moan that was cut short by his large hands wrapped around my throat. I watched in the mirror as the man used my neck as a handle while he started thrusting his hips and fucking me. He looked me in the eyes as his thighs clapped against my ass cheeks. I’m moaning in pleasure as he cores out my guts, but the sound of my moaning was stifled by his thick fingers squeezing my windpipe. He fucked me with a quick pace, and he did not let up until he was pumping his massive load of alpha seed deep inside me. I felt his cock pulse and grow in both girth and length as his bull balls tightened and emptied into me. This feeling caused my dick to erupt in orgasm without even stroking myself. My cum sprayed across the tile wall and floor under the sink, and the man moaned softly with a gruff voice as my hole clenched around his cock. He let go of my throat and then slowly pulled his cock out of my hole. A big glob of cum poured out of my hole and landed between my ankles in my underwear.

“Thanks, kid,” he whispered seductively with a wink, as he pulled his pants up and stuffed his still-massive flaccid cock into them. Before I could respond, he had turned around and left me alone in the bathroom with a gaping hole and a desire for more. I wiped the cum out of my underwear, put myself back together, and then left the restroom to hop back in line to order lunch. The man was nowhere to be seen at this point. He must have left already. I grabbed Matt and myself some sandwiches and coffee, then headed back across the street to the office.

When I returned, I made my way to Matt’s office to drop off his food, and I heard chatter. At first, I assumed he was in a conference call on his computer, so I was just going to dip in and drop off the food before going, but I heard laughter and then a familiar gruff voice. I walked into the room to drop off Matt’s lunch and saw the man who had just used my hole at the deli restroom.

“Here you are, Matt,” I said, ignoring the guy sitting across from him. I was unsure what to do in this situation, so I was just planning on doing nothing. “I’ll just leave you guys be. Holler if you need anything.”

“Oh, no Grant,” Matt stopped me. “I wanted to introduce you. This is my old friend, Darius.”

“No need for introductions, Matt. Grant and I have already had some time to get acquainted. I didn’t know you were Matt’s boy when I picked you up, but I should have. No whore would be that impressive without the guidance of Matt here.”

“You’ve met?” Matt asked.

“Just before I came over. I stopped in the deli, and he caught my eye. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, so I took him to the bathroom and wrecked that hole. Didn’t you notice he was walking with the signature waddle that I give boys?”

“Nice to meet you, Darius. And thank you for that earlier too,” I said, setting down my sandwich and sitting next to him. He nodded as if to say you’re welcome.

“No problem kid, you’re pretty talented. Most fags’ eyes light up when they see my meat, but then they bitch and moan when I try to fuck them. You’re the real deal. Just like Matt,” Darius chuckled when he said this.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Matt looked slightly uncomfortable but said nothing.

“Well, you see. Matt and I go way back. We used to date back when Matt was still a submissive boy like you. Before he took to becoming a dom, he spent a few years as my submissive boyfriend. He was quite the cock slut and could really take it rough. As the years went on, though, Matt explored his dominant side more and was drawn to that. I have no desire to be someone’s bitch, so we started playing with other subs instead. That all changed when I got a job offer across the country that I couldn’t refuse. Matt encouraged me to take it. We broke up, amicably of course, but decided that since we were now both doms and would be forced into a long-distance relationship, it would just be better to remain friends and not tarnish what we had.”

“Matt, really?” I asked. My jaw was on the floor. “You never told me you were a faggot!”

“Haha, well it’s not like I’m ashamed of it or anything, it just had never come up. How do you think I always know what to say and do to make you tick? Darius swooped in and picked me up as a straight-but-curious guy who discovered he had a submissive side that came out when I was exposed to gay kink. Sound familiar?” Matt winked at me, obviously referring to how he had handled me. I also couldn’t help but notice that his wink was the exact same as the one Darius had given me earlier. He must have picked it up from him. “Darius is here for the week; he makes it back here about once a year and we always have a blast catching up and handing out. I’m sure we’ll all hang out a great deal.”

“Definitely, Matt,” Darius said as he stood up. “Well, I’ve got to get going. I’ll be in touch. It was great stopping by and checking in on you. Grant, it was incredibly nice meeting you,” Darius said with a wink, before turning toward the door and seeing himself out.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Darius. I spent the next day reminiscing about his cock and alpha demeanor. I also thought a lot about Matt in a submissive position. It was very hard to picture, as he had never given any indication that he bottomed or let other men control him at all. I had only ever seen him as my boss and as my dom: positions of power. I thought about him being put on his knees and fucked by Darius. I fantasied about Matt being treated like a slut, having his mouth and ass invaded by Darius’s cock. Matt had never even so much as stuck a finger in his hole around me, I’d bet he was tight as fuck anymore.

On Wednesday night, after dinner, I cleared the table and did the dishes while Matt set up at the game table. He had invited Darius to poker night with the guys, but someone cancelled, and then Wesley, who usually hosts, said that his girlfriend was being moody and bitchy with him, so he was going to have to cancel as well. Long story short, Matt was hosting here, and it was just going to consist of Matt, myself, Darius, and Steven. Matt had invited him to round off the group. I was less than thrilled that he was joining us, but I honestly couldn’t think of anyone else to come. Steven was far from a friend, but I did seem to talk to and spend enough time with him to be considered friends.

The evening started off decently enough. Matt and Darius told lots of stories from when they were younger. Steven and I mostly listened, but Steven started to get mouthy as the drinks started getting to him. It was hilarious, though, as Darius would laugh along with him but then get serious and snap at him at the drop of a hat. His raw power scared Steven shitless and shut him up every time. It was entertaining to watch for sure.

There were a few rounds where Steven got on a hot streak and started getting cocky. This, paired with the fact that he’s a horny bastard, meant he suggested strip poker. Matt tried to stop him, but Darius encouraged it. I was perfectly buzzed and was willing to do it, so we overruled Matt and started off. After a few rounds, Matt was shirtless, I was in my underwear, and Darius was still fully clothed, having not lost a hand since we started. Steven, on the other hand, was sitting in his chair with just a single sock on his body. His luck had most definitely run out, but he couldn’t care less. He was drunk enough that he may not have even noticed. My memory is foggy, but sometime around here is when Steven started getting more openly sexual. He cracked a few jokes and told some stories about the escapades we had gotten into.

“…and Grant did one of those little cock cages too,” Steven said, slurring his words. “The bitch was in heat. He fucking begged me to fuck him all the time. Really fucking annoying, y’know? Always whined about it too. Hell, what were you locked away for? Three weeks? Seems really fucking easy if you ask me.”

“Really?” I asked sarcastically.

“Really. Seems easy as shit to me.” Steven playfully punched my arm.

An idea popped into my mind. I brushed it away, but then I remembered what Matt had told me about dominating Steven and not allowing him to push my buttons. I also looked over to Darius, who was watching me intently. It was as if he was silently encouraging me to bitch slap Steven’s annoying ass. I wanted to impress them both and knew just what to do.

“Well, if it’s so easy then why don’t you do it, Steven?” I asked.

“Do what?”

“Chastity. I’ll get the cage right now, it’s just upstairs. Lock up and prove you can do it.”

“I don’t have to prove nothing to you, Grant,” Steven said. He tried to sound confident, but his voice cracked.

“Pussy,” I said as I punched Steven’s arm like he had done to me.

“Fine. I’ll show you up Grant. I’ll lock up and I won’t bitch once. When I beat you, you’ll owe me. A month of chores. Laundry, groceries, getting dicked down. Maybe I’ll take you back to the biker bar for another go around. Whatever I want.”

“Deal,” I said as I shook Steven’s hand. I knew I was going to beat him. He jerks off multiple times a day, he would have blue balls within a week. I hopped up and ran upstairs to grab the cage. I quickly returned and slipped it onto Steven’s flaccid dick. He did not get hard at all, as the alcohol in his system prevented that. With a click of a padlock, I now had the upper hand.

I stuffed the keys in my pocket, and we continued playing poker. After a couple rounds, Steven was fully naked but did not want to be done playing. It was unspoken, but we all knew what was going to happen once Steven lost his next hand. He showed his cards with a huge grin on his face.

“Read it and weep, I’ve got a flush,” Steven chuckled.

“That six is a heart, not a diamond, dipshit. You have nothing,” I replied. He looked at me with confusion, then realization. I looked to Matt, who gave me a wink. Then I looked at Darius, who leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, smirking. Steven was all mine.

“On the table,” I ordered as I shoved the pile of chips and cards aside. As Steven crawled up, I shoved his hip and he fell off his hands and knees. I rolled him onto his back and pulled his hips so that his ass was hanging off the end of the table. I stood up and pulled my pants down. I spat on my cock and then rammed it into Steven’s tight, pink pucker.

Steven moaned like a bitch but took it like a champ. I tried to channel my inner dom as I fucked Steven. It was my first time topping since I had been released from my chastity and I was going to make it count. I also wasn’t going to half ass it in front of Matt and Darius. They enjoyed the show as I pounded Steven, but neither of them joined in at all. They were letting me have my moment with Steven.

I pulled out and then tossed Steven down onto the ground. He laid on his stomach and I climbed on top of him. I continued fucking him, and even wrapped my hands around his neck, like Darius had done to me the other day. Steven’s moans got more and more high pitched and faggy as I made him gape. I lasted a long time due to the alcohol, but eventually, Steven’s hole got the better of me and I was overcome with an orgasm. I bred Steven and then pulled out and rested on my knees behind him. I looked down at his nuts, which were turning purple from the erection in his chastity cage. I slapped his nuts a few times, making him howl.

“I know you’re still horny,” I whispered. “But don’t you dare ask either of these men for their cocks or you’ll have lost the bet before it’s even begun.”

“Yes, Sir.” Steven replied. I smiled with satisfaction. Matt and Darius both had smirks on their faces.

The following morning, Steven texted me to ask about the evening. He only had a foggy memory of what had happened, and I decided to tell him that we had agreed on him staying locked until I gave him ten loads. We had not hashed out anything specific last night, but I was in charge so I can make the rules. I planned on tormenting Steven and this rule would allow me to do that easily. Steven’s competitiveness meant he agreed to the challenge completely.

On Friday night, Matt took me and Darius out to dinner. We went to the same fancy spot that Matt and I had gone to for Valentine’s Day, and then we decided to come home for drinks instead of going bar hopping. We made our drinks then hung out in the living room, flipping the TV to whatever game was playing and chatting some more. One thing led to another, and the conversation got kinkier. Darius asked about the chastity challenge that Steen had mentioned me completing. Matt and I recounted the entire saga with the vacation and all. Matt even pulled up the videos from the hotel room gang bang and street fair whipping.

“Hell, Matt. You’ve outdone yourself. That’s impressive of you too, Grant. You should both be proud of yourselves. I might have to make one of my boys back home do something similar.”

“Do you still do the weekly discipline meetings like we would do?” Matt asked.

“With my two most serious subs, yes,” Darius replied with a devilish grin. “What I do, Grant, is I have my boy come over and he spends about an hour in gear, writing lines, doing anything to get into a submissive head space. I then take him over my knee, and he gets spanked. Not as punishment, but just to keep him in line and on track to be the best faggot he can be. We then discuss his goals and progress as my boy, and he receives more discipline or praise in response. I usually send him home without sex, but with a clearer mind to serve me better in the future. Keeps me in the loop on how to better train and torment him as well.”

“That sounds incredible, Sir,” I responded with an erection growing in my pants.

“I’ve thought about starting to do it with you, Grant. I think it will be good for us both. I know it helped me a lot when serving Darius.”

“My new favorite thing is my to do lists. You might like this too, Matt.” Darius continued. “At the start of the month, I give each of my boys thirty tasks. They are to complete one a day, every day. They’re punished if anything is left incomplete, but they have the freedom to choose when they do each task. Some are with me, and some are on their own. I love getting texts with pictures and videos of my boys doing my bidding without me having to order them around all the time. Makes it really easy to dom them. My boys stay busy, and I never have my hands full with them anymore.”

“Fuck Sir,” I said. “Matt, can we please do that?”

“Haha, I definitely don’t have my hands full with you, but it could be fun. I’ll see what I can whip up.” Matt replied with a wink.

“So Grant,” Darius continued driving the conversation. “You said before that you’ve got videos online. I hope you’re at least making bank off of them. Do you do porn? Those fan sites?”

“No Sir, I just have been posted by other people. I’ve never really thought about making my own, but it does always turn me on thinking about how many people have jerked off to videos of me.”

“Matt, you’ve gotta get this kid on that. He’s a fit kid with a nice dick and tight ass. He’d do numbers on there for sure. One of my boys rakes it in and uses it to serve me. He buys us new gear and always pays when we go out. It’s a win for everyone.”

“Ah, I don’t know, Darius. I don’t really know anything about all that.”

“Well fuck, it’s not like you have to do anything. Grant will run it all and you won’t have to do shit. You don’t even have to be in his videos. I’m not in my boy’s. He just finds other guys who are willing to film and uses the cash he makes to spoil us. Look at this shit.”

Darius pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up his sub’s website. He had thousands of followers and tens of thousands of views. He tapped on one of the videos and we all watched together. It was the twink in a rope harness and pup mask getting bent over and railed by a verbal dom top. It made Darius stir in his seat as it awakened his beast. Matt was getting a little horny too, I could see.

“Matt, I think it sounds like a great idea,” I said. “I was already hard just thinking about it, but I can tell you’re hard now from it too. C’mon, Sir. Please…”

“You’re gonna have to beg harder than that,” Matt said with a devilish smirk. “I’ll have to see if you’ve got what it takes next time, we’re in the bedroom.”

“Why wait? I could be on the casting couch right now,” I said as I turned around and got on my knees. I stuck my ass out for the doms and shook it playfully.

“Yeah Matt,” Darius chimed in. “Let’s put him through the wringer right now.”

“Darius, we haven’t played together in years. Not since we broke things off. We agreed it would make things too messy.”

“Matt, we’re both doms now, and we’re both adults. We have this bitch in heat right in front of us and you’re gonna deny him the fucking he deserves?”

“Please Sir, treat me like a slut,” I begged.

“Get to the dungeon,” Matt sneered with a grin on his face.

 I led the men to the basement steps, and they followed me down to the dark dungeon. I walked to the middle of the room and turned to face them. They both immediately reached for my clothes and stripped me until I was naked. My dick was rock hard in anticipation for what would come next. I dropped to my knees and looked up at Matt. I licked my lips as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Darius did the same, and I took his semi-erect cock in my hand and stroked as I began sucking off Matt. Darius reached over and started tweaking Matt’s nipples before scooting closer so they could make out with each other. I continued blowing and stroking the men off while they explored each other’s bodies with their hands and tongues. It was the first time in a long time, but they took to it quickly and passionately.

Darius pushed me off his dick and I fell on my ass to the floor. He ordered me to get up on my back on the table for them. I did as I was told and then Darius positioned himself above my head. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them up to expose my bare ass. Matt handed Darius some rope and he expertly tied my ankles above my head and then my wrists down to the table legs below. I looked up at Darius, and he spat on my face. Matt took a cane in hand and began rapping against my ass cheeks, tenderizing them, and turning them bright red. Darius watched with a huge smile on his face before taking his cock in hand and slapping it on my face forcefully. He then dragged his nuts across my face, and I stuck my tongue out to slobber on them some.

Darius aligned the tip of his cock to my open mouth and then he proceeded to throat fuck me hard. I opened up as wide as I could and took Darius’s member down my throat. I gagged at first at the sheer girth of it but was determined to not disappoint. I had sucked his cock in the bathroom earlier this week, but I had not taken his full length before. Currently, I was feeling his tip deep in my lungs and his balls were slapping my forehead. While I was focused on Darius, Matt had put down the cane and was eating my hole out. He got it nice and wet before sticking a couple fingers in there and massaging my prostate as well. This made my dick twitch and leak precum until I had formed a small puddle on my stomach. Neither man paid any attention to my dick, though. They were both one hundred percent focused on my holes.

Matt climbed up on the table and inserted his cock into my hole. Once he had worked up a good pace, he leaned forward, grabbing Darius by the shoulders, and pulling him in close. They embraced in a passionate kiss, both still working my holes with their meat. I was nothing more than a fuck hole for them to masturbate themselves with while they made out with each other. My dick strained as I felt their cocks inside me and listened to the sounds of them sucking each other’s faces.

The evening continued with the men untying me from the table. I was led to the center of the room and Darius placed my arms behind my back. He created a chest harness out of rope that my wrists were bound to. The harness was then tied off to the ceiling. Next, Matt stabilized me while Darius tied a rope around my thigh. This was hoisted to the ceiling as well and then my ankle was restrained the same way. As Darius repeated the process on my other leg, I was completely immobile and completely hanging from the ceiling. I was these men’s faggy pinata, and both my mouth and ass hole were at dick height. I was unable to stop whatever came next.

Darius started with the flogger. He was much more forceful than Matt had ever been. He struck my ass with great force and at a much quicker pace than Matt. He used a windmill motion to strike me repeatedly. Matt came up with the idea to tie a length of rope around my ball sack. He attached a weight to the other end, which meant that the rope was resting against my hole and pulling my nuts forward, closer to the flogger. My dick was erect and stood straight up. Matt stroked me a few times, which caused a fountain of precum to pour out of my tip. He then grabbed a flogger and stood beside Darius. They took turns striking me. Matt took the left cheek while Darius covered the right. The leather straps of the floggers frequently strayed from my ass and struck my balls or the rope tugging on them. There were a few hits to my shaft as well.

Once the men got bored of the impact play, they returned to a more sexual pleasure. Darius untied my balls because the rope and weight were getting in the way of my hole. He greased up his cock and aligned it. Instead of pressing into me, he pushed me away from him, which caused me to swing back toward him. I was unable to stop myself as I impaled myself on his cock. I let out a moan of both pain and pleasure as my hole was forced open. As quickly as I had been opened up, I swung away from Darius and my hole got some relief. Darius continued swinging me back and forth until I was comfortable. He grabbed Matt by his hair and pulled him into him. Matt licked Darius’s body. First, his armpits, then his nipples. Matt jerked himself off while he did this. Darius was receiving all his pleasure from the both of us. I looked down at my own dick as I felt more precum spilling out and running down the length of my dick. As Darius entered me, I noticed the bulge of his monster cock poking through my stomach. He was so deep in me that I could see his cock in my stomach!

Matt migrated to my face and stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked on his meat while Darius continued fucking me. They both grunted and groaned as they worked me over, and I was moaning like a bitch in heat. I kept feeling the pressure building in my penis as the hands-free orgasm approached, but I kept forcing it to subside. I didn’t want this to end! Suddenly though, Darius pulled out of me.

“He’s ready,” Darius barked like an order. “Get over here and do the honors, Matt.”

“You think he is?”

“Definitely. My cock has worked him plenty loose enough.”

Matt pulled out of my mouth and came over to my ass. I thought about asking what was going to happen next but decided I would soon figure it out anyway. Matt took a glob of grease in his hand and massaged it onto his skin. He pointed his fingers and pressed them against my hole. He was going to stick his fist in me! As Matt applied pressure, his fingers spread my hole open until he got to the knuckles. At this point, he started pushing me up as I couldn’t offer resistance, but my bodyweight and forcing my hole to relax caused his hand to pop into my hole in one quick motion. I moaned in pleasure as Matt gave me some time to adjust. He wiggled his fingers around inside me and tickled my prostate, which made my dick leak more precum like crazy. Darius was watching and stroking his cock.

Matt got more confident and rougher with my hole, popping his hand in and out of me and wrecking me looser. It only took minutes of fisting for the feeling of orgasm to wash over my body and for my dick to erupt in ejaculation that sprayed a load uncontrollably all over myself and Matt. Darius took the cue to bring himself to orgasm. He stroked himself off and aimed at my face. I knew he produced large loads because I had felt and seen the one from my hole, but I could not believe the volume of semen that he splashed across my face. My tongue was coated and then more spewed into my eyes, hair, neck, and chest. I was dripping in it as Darius rubbed his softening cock across my face to smear it all in and make sure I was plenty filthy and marked with his alpha load. Matt pulled his fist out of my hole and used his greasy hand to jerk himself off until he was painting his load on my body as well. His cum mixed with mine and Darius scooped a handful up and fed it to me. I sucked on Darius’s fingers while Matt started lowering my legs from the suspension ropes.

Once I was lowered to the ground, the men fully released me from my bondage, and then I was sent to shower off. I too ka long, steamy shower and got nice and clean. When I came out of the bathroom, Matt and Darius had moved to the bed in the dungeon. They were cuddling and chatting, obviously happy with the fact that they had decided to be sexual with each other again after so long apart. I decided to give them their space and made my way upstairs. I tucked myself into bed and was quickly overcome with drowsiness. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the massive gaping cunt of a hole I had been given tonight. I had a huge smile on my face, that’s for sure.

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!