Coercive Control

It was a typical Tuesday night at home. Matt was sprawled out on the couch watching basketball. I sat in a chair across from him but focused on my phone instead of the game. I opened up my new social media accounts I had just created yesterday. Matt’s old friend Darius had given me the idea and encouragement to start up a fan site to sell some homemade porn when he was in town last week. I made accounts on a couple on the major sites and created a new Twitter account to promote them. I had only made my first post yesterday, which was a solo video toying with my hole and cumming on myself. The teaser video took off on Twitter and I already had a couple thousand followers as well as eight subscribers on the sites. Granted, Matt and Darius were two of them, and I gave them free access. The rest were pretty easy money since all I had to do was prop up my phone camera and pleasure myself. I got excited thinking about growing my following and showing off for more horny men, which caused me to pitch a tent. Matt glanced in my direction and noticed.

“You’re planning out all your sexy little videos you’re gonna post? I’ll have to text Darius and thank him for the idea.”

“Yes Sir, I’m excited. The list of daily tasks you gave me is helping with ideas as well!”

“Happy to help. I don’t know about being in front of the camera myself but I’m happy that you feel so inclined.”

“I’m working on setting up tomorrow’s task now.”

Matt’s list of tasks included one where I needed to suck someone’s cock somewhere public and outdoors. I got on the hookup apps looking to set something up. As I scrolled through the blank profiles and grainy, shirtless photos, I spotted a familiar face. A young fit, college-aged stud with a backwards baseball cap on. The profile said his name was Derek. I didn’t know a Derek. I couldn’t quite place where I had seen the guy before, but he was sexy, so I shot him a message.

Grant: Hey how’s it going tonight?

Derek: Not much. U?

G: Same, looking?

D: Always, into? Your profile is kinky as fuck.

G: Yeah, I am. You dom?

D: Duh. Send pics, slut.

I sent an assortment of selfies. Clothed, nudes, and a few kinkier ones in gear. I didn’t always send them upfront, but this conversation seemed like it was going somewhere, and Derek seemed legit.

G: You into public?

D: Hot pics, yeah love it. I can’t meet up tonight, but I’m free tomorrow around 4 P.M. Hit me up then.

G: Yes Sir

I received no more replies, and half expected Derek to flake out on me, but I got back on the app the next afternoon. He sent me an address and I left work early for my dick appointment. When I got to the address, I pulled into the parking lot of a baseball diamond. I stepped out of my car and could hear the sound of a metal bat and a pitching machine. I approached the fence and saw Derek standing at the plate. His white pants cupped his ass nicely, and he didn’t notice me as I watched him practice for a while. I moved to the metal bleachers and sat, watching, and waiting for him to be finished. After a bit, he set the bat down and walked up the bleachers to me.

“Hey, fag. This ain’t a free show, y’know.”

“I know, Sir. I have every intention to pay for it. Impressive body, you know?”

“You think I couldn’t feel your eyes glued to my ass earlier? And you can’t stop looking at my bulge now. This public enough for ya?”

I looked around. It definitely was in the open, but there wasn’t really anyone else around to see us.

“You want blown here?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah I do.”

“Will you let me record a video?”

“Knock yourself out,” Derek replied as he shimmied his tight, white pants down. I propped my phone up and then turned back to Derek. I took his cock in hand and slowly stroked it as it grew in my hand. Once his eight inches were erect, I leaned over and took them in my mouth. The sun beat down on us and the birds chirped as I gargled on Derek’s cock. He grabbed me by the hair and forcefully guided me up and down his shaft. Derek kept looking around to make sure the coast stayed clear. After a few minutes, he pulled me off his cock.

“Someone’s coming?” I asked, worried.

“Nah, I just want that ass before you make me blow. C’mon.” Derek said as he stood up, cock still hanging out of his pants. I grabbed my phone and followed him as he walked down the bleachers, through the gate and into the dugout. He pointed at the bench, and I assumed the position. I pulled my shorts down and straddled the bench. Derek squatted above me and spat on my hole before sticking his cock in. He fucked me rough, and I tried to remain quiet, but it didn’t matter as nobody was around to hear us. Derek reached forward and grabbed my phone. He recorded some close-up video of the action then he laid on top of me and filmed our faces as he stuck his fingers in my mouth. I felt his cock pulse inside me as he seeded my cunt.

“Fuuuuck yeah, pig. Much better than the sloppy seconds from way back when. You’ve gotten better too.”

“I knew I recognized you, when did we hookup?” I asked.

“Well shit, it was months ago. Back in the fall sometime. You were bent over a log on the trail and had already made yourself a cum dumpster by the time I showed up. You were a good fuck, but I knew you’d be better if I could get you when you weren’t so wrecked.”

Back in the fall sometime:

I heard more footsteps and wondered if it was Matt, ready to pick me up and head home. I looked back and it definitely was not. It was a younger guy, college aged maybe. He was pretty fratty. He had a baseball cap on, and a crewneck sweatshirt. He grinned eagerly as he approached. He spanked my ass, then squatted down and licked up some cum that was running down my thigh. He walked around to my front, pulled my head up by my hair, and spat the cum in my mouth.

“You like that, faggot pig?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

He walked back around to my ass and spanked me again, harder this time.

“Says here you’ve taken eight loads. How many you planning on taking? Gonna be here all day?”

“As many as possible Sir. I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”

“Interesting, faggot. Maybe I’ll tell a few of my buddies to swing by later.”

In the meantime, the guy stood behind me and started fucking me. He was probably eight inches long and thick too. He fucked rough; he was not messing around. He reached up, slapped my face, and stuck his fingers in my mouth as he fucked too. At one point, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my face up, taking a picture of me on his phone.

“Hey what the fuck?!” I was pissed at this tool.

“What are you gonna do about it? I gotta have proof for my buddies if they’re gonna come out here too. Now shut the fuck up, I gotta finish.”

I stewed in silence as he continued fucking me and dumping a load in me. He spanked me one last time before heading out.

“I still have that picture of you, I jerk off to it every now and again. The guys love it too, they kicked themselves that they didn’t make it out to your sloppy hole before you left. I may have bragged about it a little.”

“Well fuck, Sir. I’m sorry they missed it too.”

“You know, we’re always hanging out and partying on Saturday nights, you could come by this weekend for some fun. Would be nice, with some of the boys’ dry spell lately.”

“Yeah, sounds fun. Dry spell?” I asked.

“Cool, I’ll text you the address later. I gotta get going. Thanks, pig!” Derek said as he gathered up his things, ignoring my inquiry.

The remainder of my week was pretty dull, and I was anxious to get to Saturday night. I was excited by the prospect of meeting a bunch of cool new people, and I could hopefully get to fuck a couple of them in the process. Saturday night finally rolled around, Derek sent me an address, and I kissed Matt goodbye before heading out. I headed to the address Derek had sent, which was a large house near campus. The boys were obviously renting the place and it was large enough that it most likely slept eight, maybe more. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Derek.

“Hey there, pig. Come on in.”

As I walked through the door, I stepped into a pigsty of a living area. There were three musty couches forming a ring around a tv. Beer cans and fast-food wrappers littered the floor. The lights were dimmed, music played, and two guys were sitting on a couch smoking a joint together.

“Grant, Colby, and Tyson. Tyson and Colby, Grant.”

“This is the fag?” Colby asked, slurring his words. All three of them were already tipsy, apparently having started early.

“Duh he’s the fag, dipshit,” Tyson replied. “You’re a lifesaver. I haven’t boned in ages.”

“Why not?” I asked, still curious about Derek’s dry spell comment from before.

“The frat got into a tiny bit of trouble last year. Just a couple roofies and all, y’know? Well, we got booted off campus and the chapter dissolved. Some guys transferred, some quit. Nobody pledged this year. The rest of us moved here and haven’t looked back since.”

“No girls to fuck and no pledges to harass,” I said. “Makes perfect sense why Derek invited me now.”

“Exactly!” Tyson said with a grin. “Well, c’mon over here, and have a beer.”

I went and sat next to Tyson, and he grabbed an open bottle from the table. I took a swig and immediately spit it back out in shock. It was piss! The three guys erupted with laughter, obviously planning their little gag before I got here. Tyson stopped laughing and looked me in the eye for a moment, before lunging forward and climbing on top of me. I tried to push him off, but he was too big. Colby came around and pinned my arms down while Derek grabbed my ankles. I writhed to escape the frat guys, but it was no use. I was able to roll over onto my stomach and fell off the couch onto the floor in the process, but I was still restrained by the guys. Things got off to a quick start.

Tyson reached around my waist, trying to undo my jeans. Due to the fact that he was drunk and high, he struggled with the button. Getting frustrated, he pulled a pocketknife out of his shorts. I felt as he bunched up the fabric around my ass and flicked the blade to form a hole. He then ran the knife up the seam of my jeans until the denim that used to be my pants was shredded. Tyson pinched my underwear and ripped them apart with his bare hands. He grabbed my now-bare ass cheeks with his large, meaty hands and fondled me for a few moments before shimmying out of his shorts. Without any warning or lube, Tyson unceremoniously rammed his cock into my hole. I yelped in pain as his cock split me open, but I took some deep breaths and tried to relax. It only took Tyson minutes to bring himself to orgasm inside me.

“Fuck, Derek. You weren’t kidding about him being tight.” Tyson groaned, as he laid up on the couch and pulled his shorts back up.

“You take cock like a champ,” Colby said. “You need a beer after that? A real one, not a prank one.” I nodded yes and Colby cracked open a fresh bottle. Before I could sit up to grab it, though, Colby sat on my thighs and swiftly popped the neck of the bottle into my leaking hole. “I thought you might need something to wash that cum down,” he said as he began shaking the bottle inside me. This caused the beer to foam up and expand in my ass. I could feel it running deep into my guts. I hadn’t butt chugged beer since my freshman year, and never like this.

When Colby removed the bottle from my hole, foamy beer poured out of me and onto the already-gross carpet beneath me. I laid in this puddle and didn’t have a moment to think before Colby flipped me over onto my back and pulled my shredded jeans and underwear off. Derek reached for my ankles and held them up, exposing my hole. Colby whipped his own cock out and squatted over me. He began fucking me and took my ankles from Derek. He leaned over me and onto the couch, so that I was practically folded in half. My hard dick swung around directly above me as Colby pounded my hole. Derek stroked his own cock as he watched, and he pulled his phone out to record a video of the action. My neck was sore by the time Colby bred my hole, but Derek wanted in on the action as well. He took Colby’s place, seamlessly grabbing my ankles and sliding into my hole. As Derek pounded me, Tyson reached for my dick and stroked me off. The pleasure in my hole and on my dick meant it did not take long until I was ready to blow as well. My dick swelled up in Tyson’s hand, and I blew thick wads of cum directly onto my own face. As Tyson explained my self facial to Derek, he ejaculated inside me as well.

The boys all got put back together and I wiped the cum off my face with my ripped underwear before sitting up on the couch with them. I was wearing only a shirt at this point and felt uncomfortable.

“Any chance I can get a spare pair of shorts or something?” I asked.

“Yeah, let me see what I can find,” Derek said, with a wicked grin on his face. I knew as he walked into the other room that he would not return with shorts.

When Derek returned, he had a shoe box in hand.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Colby said. “He can’t wear those.”

Derek approached me and opened the box. Sitting inside was a single pair of cheap tighty whities. The smell of them hit me immediately upon looking at them. They were no longer white in the slightest. They had a dark, rotted yellow color to them, and they smelled like old semen.

“These,” Derek explained, “are the Cumrag of the Brotherhood. Every brother who pledges the frat is required to wear these to a class, come back to the house, and then jerk off and add their seed to the underwear. Since we started this tradition years ago, eighty-three brothers have pledged the frat. That means there are officially eighty-three loads in here. Unofficially, I estimate that there are at least three times that amount, as many brothers have added additional loads to the cumrag since their first. I, myself have shot seven into it. This is what you’re allowed to wear tonight.” Steven said, pulling the cumrag out of the box and handing it to me. It was stiff as a board in my hands.

“No way,” Colby said. “He’s not worthy to even see them, let alone wear them.” Colby snatched the cumrag out of my hands and shoved them into my face. He held them in place until I had gotten a good enough whiff and then he threw them back in the box and set them aside. “He can wear jack shit for all I care. How about this, though, Grant?”

Colby grabbed my shirt and ripped it apart as well. I now had not a single piece of clothing that was wearable at this point. Colby then grabbed a permanent marker off a nearby table and pinned me down. I felt him draw two balls then a dick along my forehead.

“You wear that well,” Colby said. Derek grabbed the marker and wrote CUMDUMP PIG SLUT across my chest before drawing a pig snout below. Tyson then took a turn marking me up with degrading things. While the boys were having their fun drawing on my body, two more frat brothers came through the door. They didn’t even introduce themselves, they just joined in on the action no questions asked. The boys only stopped once my entire body was covered head to toe in ink. Derek took a few pictures and showed me myself. I looked comical, but it also made me horny thinking about being all of these things that the boys had written on me.

I joined the group in a round of shots and then the guys talked about the fuck session we had already had. They new guys got jealous and wanted in on the action. I assumed the position, bent over the coffee table, and the first guy mounted me. He humped me a few times and the loads from my hole spilled out. He pulled away, disgusted, grabbed me by the hair, and rubbed my face in the cum like I was a dog who had just peed on the carpet. I licked up the cum and then we resumed. The guy fucked me for a few minutes but was obviously frustrated with the fact that he was getting sloppy seconds. He slapped me upside the head and growled ‘tighten up’ before laying into me rougher. I did as I was told and worked his cock until he came. The second new guy mounted me after and was much nicer. He was just happy to have a warm hole wrapped around his meat.

“Why don’t you give me a real challenge at some point?” I taunted the group, obviously getting more confident as the alcohol worked its magic on me.

“Oh yeah?” the tough guy retorted.

“Yeah,” I said, as I pointed to the wooden paddle hanging on the wall across the room. The guy immediately walked over to it and pulled it down, marched back over to me, wound it up, and rapped it on my bare ass as hard as he could. I screamed out in pain but also loved the tingling sensation it left behind. The guy continued working over my ass with all the force he could muster, and I got worked over well. The other guys took turns with the paddle and were impressed that I never asked them to go easier or stop. I kept begging for more and took hundreds more spanks than any pledge ever had.

“Okay tough guy,” Derek said. “Let’s put you to the next test for a pledge. This one should be easy since you’re a slut who’s into public exposure anyway.”

Derek grabbed me by the hair and led me across the room toward the front door. He pushed me off the porch and out into the front lawn, where I fell in the dewy grass. The guys gathered around me and stared down at me menacingly.

“See that hill? Follow the road and there’s a roundabout at the top. Climb in the fountain in the center and skinny dip for us. Hurry back here once you’re all wet. Don’t let the campus police catch you!” Derek ordered. I stared up at him, still disoriented from being thrown to the ground. “GO!” Derek shouted as he kicked me. I scrambled to my feet and started jogging up the hill. My dick flopped around and slapped against my thighs as I ran. I kept an eye out for cars or people walking past but did not see any. Once I got to the fountain, I hopped over the side and felt the freezing cold water on my skin. Just then, I heard a car approaching and I ducked down in the water just before the headlights appeared over the hill. I waited as the car slowly made its way around the fountain, and once the coast was clear I made a beeline back to the guys. My nipples perked up from the chilly night air.

“Nice work, faggot. Your little dick there shrunk up quite a bit. Should we warm you up?” Derek said, as he pushed me back down until I was laying in the grass. Tyson immediately whipped his dick out.

“The bitch spat mine out earlier. You had it coming, y’know?” Tyson said to me as he let loose a piss stream from his flaccid dick that splattered across my chest. The hot piss released steam off my chest as it ran down my body. He gathered a wad of saliva and spat it at my face as he urinated. Before he was even finished, Derek was joining in on the action. I tilted my head back and stuck my tongue out. My mouth was immediately overflowing with his golden shower. As Colby started releasing onto me, I heard a shout from the street.

“What the shit?!” Someone shouted at us. I looked over in their direction. I was a little thrown off, I assumed from the alcohol, but I watched as two girls hurriedly walked away together. Another college aged guy was stomping over to us. My drunkenness made me see double of the guy, but as he approached, I noticed that he had on two separate sets of clothes.

“Mark! Luke! Who were those pretty ladies?” Derek greeted them. Twins! Duh…

“We were just about to get some pussy, dipshit. Freshmen. They hadn’t heard about any of the shit from last year yet. They were putty in our hands until they saw this shit show!” He waved his hand in my direction. Derek scoffed.

“I try to do something nice for my brothers and this is the thanks I get. Get inside. Everyone.” Derek kicked me. I got to my feet and led the boys back into the living room. The boys bickered with each other about the situation and then one of the twins turned to me.

“Well, it’s his fault anyway,” Luke, one of the twins said, referring to me. “I think I’ll try taking out my frustrations in a healthy way. Directed at the person I got a problem with.”

Luke squared up with me and then shoved me in the chest. I fell onto the couch, and he mounted me. He grabbed my throat with one hand while he unbuttoned his pants with the other.

“I’m gonna fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. I’m gonna picture that bitch that you scared off while I do it, too. You’re my bitch, now, faggot.”

Luke rammed his cock into me with a single thrust and began humping faster than I had ever been fucked before. He kept both hands wrapped around my neck, choking me in the process of holding himself up. I could hardly breathe, and I looked into Luke’s eyes as he pounded me. They were glazed over in a drunken rage, and I should have felt scared. I only felt turned on, though. I relaxed and let Luke treat me like a ragdoll, a sex toy for himself. He pounded me for what felt like an eternity, but I finally heard a loud moan, and he seeded my hole.

“Your turn, bro,” Luke said to Mark.

“No fucking way. Y’all do this every time. I’m not fucking a fag. I’m into chicks and chicks only.”

“Calm the fuck down, princess. He’s just a hole. Your cock needs a hole. He’ll take it like a champ, and you can treat him like dirt. You can fuck him raw and not have to pull out. Then you can toss him to the side and not have to spoon or call the next day.”

“Yeah, that’s great and all, but he’s a fucking DUDE!”

“Not for long,” Colby said with a grin. He ran into the kitchen and returned with a mop. He unscrewed the head from the handle and placed it on my head like it was a wig. “Tyson, go get your ex’s panties and shit.”

Tyson went into another room and emerged with a few things in hand. He dressed me up in a matching pair of pink lace panties and a bra. He then took a tube of lipstick and smeared a thick streak of it across my lips. Colby got some duct tape and secured my new hair to my head as it was sliding off.

“Very funny guys,” Mark said. “He’s still a fucking man. That’s still his ass, not a pussy.”

Derek looked as if a lightbulb had appeared over his head. He went into the other room and returned with a pocket pussy. One of those fleshy masturbation sleeves that was molded to look like a vagina. He pulled the inner part out of the shell and held my hole gaping open with one hand while he slid the squishy sleeve into me. He was able to press it all the way in, so that just the part that looked like a vagina was showing. He placed the thong string over top to hold it inside me.

“There, now he has a pussy. Will you just fuck him already?!”

Mark looked around hesitantly, poured himself a shot which he downed, and then he got on his knees in front of me. He pulled his dick out and stroked himself off until he was hard. He pressed my face into the floor, and I felt his cock stretching my already stretched hole to the max. He fucked me slowly and rhythmically, to the beat of the music playing in the background. Derek was filming the action again.

“C’mon man, hurry up. I want another turn,” Colby said. Without waiting for a response, Colby got down on the floor and laid next to me. He pulled me on top of him and then spread my legs with his. He inserted his cock into my pussy and then told Mark to join him. Mark hesitated but moaned loudly as he entered me again. I moaned as well when the second dick entered, as I was truly stretched to the max. I didn’t think I could take any more, but Tyson thought it would be funny to stick the mop handle in my hole as well. I was now being triple fucked in my pocket-pussy-asshole-inception-abomination. Mark shot his load and Colby joined him shortly after.

The sex died down after this point. Thankfully, I was allowed to remove the lingerie, masturbator, and mop. The guys were still going strong drinking and invited me to join them in a game. They placed ten shot glasses in a circle on the table and filled all but one with tequila. The last one was filled with hot sauce. The rules were simple: take turns spinning the bottle and doing the shots. Tequila glasses were to be refilled after each shot and everyone had to keep going until someone landed on the hot sauce and had to take it. The game lasted much longer than I expected, and I did six shots in the process before Luke got the hot sauce shot. I used to able to hold my liquor, but I was really feeling the effects tonight.

Throughout the evening, more guys showed up and joined the party. I think there were about a dozen guys in there before I was too drunk to count anymore. I was still naked, obviously, and the guys continued teasing and taunting me. Once there was not enough room on the couches for all the guys, I was bumped to the floor, where I leaned against the wall. The room was spinning, but there was no rest for me, as the guys realized my head was at perfect blowjob height. One of the new guys used me first and I gave him a sloppy blowjob. I don’t even remember what he looks like or how big his dick was. A couple other guys followed suit and a small line formed. I received multiple cumshots in my mouth and on my face.

One of the guys wanted more than a blowjob. He was jealous that Derek and the gang earlier in the evening had gotten my ass and he wanted a piece. He decided to take me to his room as he didn’t want to fuck on the floor. He helped me up and guided me to his door. He opened it and I looked around at the metal band and NASCAR posters on the wall. A Jamaican flag hung in the corner. The guy threw me onto his bed and immediately got to work. A small crowd followed us to watch the show. The guy mounted me and wasted no time fucking my wrecked hole. He pulled my hair and I moaned as I felt his fat cock grind against my prostate. He got all sweaty as he worked his cock on my hole. He pounded me rougher than anyone else had tonight, and the bed creaked and shook until it collapsed under the force of our fuck. The guys watching us cheered at that. The guy topping me didn’t even stop and brought himself to orgasm, laid his full body weight on me, and came inside me.

The second he pulled out and stood up, another guy swooped in to take his place. I laid there passively and let the men take my body. I didn’t have much of a choice at this point. This continued for a long time. These boys really knew how to party and continued drinking and hanging out into the early hours of the morning. I stayed laying ass up in bed. I lost count of how many guys filtered in and out of the room to continue using me. At one point, Derek came in and fucked a load into me. He then took the cumrag underwear that he had shown me earlier and draped it over my face. I spent the rest of the night inhaling the stale cum.

When I woke up, I had a terrible headache and was very hungover. I still had the briefs on my face, and I pulled them off. The room was pitch black from the curtains being drawn and I couldn’t tell if it was morning or night. I fumbled to the light switch and saw a clock on the desk. 1:06 PM! I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was still covered in dull marker drawings across my whole body. I turned around and saw that my ass cheeks were purple and welted from the paddle spanking I had received. My hole was sore as well. I had been gang banged before, but I didn’t even know how many I ended up taking last night.

I looked around for my phone and keys, and then went out into the pigsty of a living room to continue my search. Derek was sitting at the dining table on his phone, and mine was sitting next to him. I waded through the bottles and cups to him and sat down at the table.

“Afternoon, boy. You put in work last night. More impressive than any pledge or faggot I’ve seen before. Props to ya.”

“Thanks, Derek. I had a good time. Thanks for inviting me. You guys can really party. I’ll gather what’s left of my clothes and get out of your hair now, I guess.” I said as I reached for my phone in front of him. Derek snatched it up from me though.

“Not so fast, piggy. Look at this place. You made a big fucking mess around here. You’ve got some cleaning to do. You can have your phone and keys when you’re done, slut. How’s that sound?”

I tried to argue with Derek, but he wasn’t budging. I wanted to get home as quick as possible, so I agreed to clean up and did a quick pass picking up the trash and vacuumed the carpet. I went to Derek’s room to retrieve my stuff. He gave me an old pair of his shorts to wear and told me I could see myself out. On the way out, I got an idea. I was still pissed about having to clean, so I went back into the room I had slept in and swiped the sacred, ceremonial cumrag underwear. I hoped the guys would have been too drunk last night and assumed they misplaced them when they went missing.

“I’m sure you won’t be missed,” I whispered to the undies. “Steven’s gonna owe me for this one.”

I got horny thinking about taunting Steven with them. He loved musky, smelly cumrags and this was the king of them. I wrapped the undies up in the remains of my jeans and quickly headed home for some much-needed hangover remedy.

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!