Coercive Control

It’s been a while since we last saw Grant, so here’s a quick recap of things so far to catch you up on where he’s at. Grant was a young, straight guy working as a paralegal at a law firm. He screwed up and lost the company some big business, so he was at risk of losing his job. To save him from getting fired, one of the lawyers, Matt, offered to take Grant under his wing if Grant became his faggot. Grant was reluctant but didn’t want to lose his job, so he agreed. During his journey serving Matt, Grant lost his girlfriend and old friends, but gained many new, kinky friends and a caring Master who he genuinely loves. Through all the sex, BDSM, chastity, piss drinking, and public humiliation, Grant has come to terms with his submissive homosexuality and is now a proud faggot.

More recently, Grant has been trying his hand at dominating one of their other co-workers, Steven, who he has feuded with for a long time. Finally, Grant finally seems to have the upper hand for good. Grant has also started selling homemade porn online and is gaining a decent following as well as some cash. Matt took Grant to a gay strip club on amateur night, and Grant was offered a job as a stripper by the sleazy club owner, Scotty. He has not yet accepted the job but is contemplating the idea.

I laid awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking about the offer that Scotty had given me. Matt snored softly next to me. It seemed ridiculous to even consider it, but I had done plenty of crazy things in the past that I would have never considered before. Matt had told me that he liked the idea but had made it very clear that he was not forcing me or going to make the decision for me. If he were, he would have told me outright to do it. Steven and Brock had both told me to do it, but I don’t think either of them thought through it any more deeply than liking the idea of me being exposed and slutty.

It would be fun to do. I did enjoy dancing at amateur night and getting the crowd all riled up. I was already so busy though. Between work, the gym, Matt, Steven, and creating content for online, I had not left myself much down time, and I didn’t want to cut back on any of those fun sexual things or lose my physique from skipping out at the gym. I rolled over onto my side and closed my eyes, trying to will myself to fall asleep. It took forever to clear my head, but I eventually drifted off.

The next day, at work, I was sitting with a few of the paralegals in the breakroom during lunch. I was friendly enough with my co-workers, but I really only considered Matt and Steven to be my actual friends here. I couldn’t focus on their conversation because I was still thinking about how much I wanted to strip and wanted to make it work with my schedule. I tried to not even consider it, but all I could think about was that quitting this job would be my favorite option. It was a crazy idea. I told myself that I was thinking irrationally. There’s no guarantee that my other jobs would bring in as much cash, but the stuff online had picked up quite a bit, and the one song that I stripped to gave me a nice wad of bills.

What would Matt say, though? This job has been the entire foundation of our relationship. If it weren’t for my fuck-up all those months ago, and Matt’s position of power over me, we wouldn’t be where we are today. I could still be straight and with Amy. I’m glad that I’m not, but what would Matt think if I told him I wanted to quit and no longer spend all day with him at the office? What if Matt reacted poorly? He wants me to strip, but what if me quitting as a consequence had not crossed his mind and he would feel differently and be mad at me?

“Almost there, almost there,” Matt encouraged.

“I want it, Sir,” I moaned. Matt currently had five fingertips in my ass and was trying to pop his whole fist in me. He was convinced I would be able, but I just couldn’t get through that last push. “Ah, no, pull out.”

“Damn, you were so close, my knuckles were this close to popping in and getting swallowed.”

“Fuck I want it. Maybe next time. I think I was too worn out since you fucked me first.”

“Hah, but how am I supposed to resist burying my cock into that sloppy pink hole when I see it?” Matt replied, playfully punching my arm. “I appreciate you trying new things for me, though. Oh, I meant to ask. Have you called that strip club guy and told him what you want to do?”

“Not yet. I know I need to call tonight. Actually though, I wanted to talk to you about something first.”

“Oh?” Matt replied, seemingly shocked that I wasn’t jumping on the chance. I needed to ask him about quitting, but looking into his eyes, I didn’t know if I could.

“I just, uh, wanted to make sure you really wanted me to do it is all,” I replied, chickening out.

“Well fuck, of course I do. That’s the whole reason I dragged you down there on amateur night!”

“Oh, yeah,” I chuckled. “Well then, I guess it’s settled. I’ll call him now.”

It was Saturday morning and I stepped through the doors of the strip club for my first day at work. There was a strangeness about seeing the room with all the lights on and no music playing. It looked much larger than I had remembered. I saw a man cleaning up over at the bar, so I headed toward him. He was tall and muscular, practically popping out of his black tee shirt. He was bald with harsh facial features but had laughter lines around his eyes.

“Hi, I’m Grant. New hire.”

“I remember you. From amateur night, right? You were a natural, kid. Way better than some of the other guys we put up there. I’m Malcom. Scotty’s back in his office.”

I thanked Malcom and headed to Scotty’s office. When I poked my head through the doorway, Scotty was finishing up the line of coke he was doing. He gestured for me to come in and sit across from him.

“Morning, Graham,” Scotty said.

“Grant, Sir.”

“Shit, sorry. Grant. Glad you finally came to your senses and accepted my offer. The boys out there are gonna go nuts for you, y’know? How about a tour of the joint?”

Scotty stood up and gestured toward the door. I followed him back out to the main room.

“Well, you’re well acquainted out here. We’ll probably start you in the go-go cage, it’s less intimidating. Once you get comfortable with it, you can take the pole for a spin. Have you met Malcom over there?” Scotty pointed across the room to Malcom, and Malcom waved at us.

“Yes, on the way in.”

“Good deal. You’ll work with him whenever you get scheduled as a server. C’mon, I’ll show you the dressing room.”

Scotty led me back down the hall that his office was in and opened up the door to the dressing room. On the far wall, there were three vanities with chairs and dirty mirrors. Adjacent to them was a full-length mirror. Stuffed in the corner were a few storage totes full of random stuff, and a stack of extra chairs. The nearest wall was full of lockers, about twenty of them. I made a mental note to bring a padlock on my next shift to claim a locker for myself. Scotty led me back to his office for some final instructions and filling out some paperwork. My first actual dancing shift was not until tomorrow, so once Scotty and I were done, I gathered my things and was ready to head home. Scotty stopped me on my way out his door.

“And one last thing to note, Grant. I’m sure you are gonna get the aggressively horny bastards. They’ll be extra touchy and offering to pay you for blowjobs and shit. Having felt those talented lips and tongue, I wouldn’t blame them neither. But I don’t have a great relationship with the cops who come around and they’ve wanted to bust me for prostitution before. So, no funny business. Straight and narrow. Dance, strip, collect the tip. Nothing more.”

“Got it. Yes Sir.”

The following day, I spent every waking minute anticipating my first night at the club. Matt called it my opening night. Steven made fun of me for taking the job but was planning on coming to see me. After work, I got a quick pump at the gym in before eating a light dinner. I wanted to look my best tonight. Scotty hadn’t told me what to wear, so I just put on one of my jockstraps and headed to the club.

When I arrived, the bouncer directed me to a staff door around back, and I walked through it into the smoky employee hallway. I could hear chatter coming from the dressing room, so I headed in. As I walked through the door, I saw about a dozen guys, all in various level of undress. They all glanced at me but paid me no real attention. Luckily, one guy didn’t see me as an outsider.

“Hey! I’m Andy. Scotty told us you’d be starting tonight.”

“Hi, I’m Grant,” I replied, shaking Andy’s outstretched hand. He was a cute twink who looked slightly younger than me and much scrawnier. He had cute blond hair and was wearing nothing but a thong at the moment.

“Here’s an empty locker you can have, I’ll show you the costume box.”

The jockstrap I had worn and expected to dance in was nowhere near as flashy as the stuff that Andy showed me. He knew what the guys out there preferred and dressed me up in a skimpy metallic blue singlet. I looked in the mirror at myself, running my hands over my exposed abs and then to my nipples, that were barely covered by the singlet straps. I turned around and looked at the fabric pulling tightly up my ass crack. I did look pretty damn sexy if I do say so myself. I’d throw money at me!

Scotty assigned Andy to the go-go cages with me so that he could show me the ropes. He helped me up onto my platform before taking his place. I followed his lead and danced the night away. It was a pretty slow night, good for my first time. Andy and I still had a small crowd of guys watching and tipping us. By the end of the night, I was worn out, but high on adrenaline from the experience.

Over the next few weeks, I got acquainted with the rest of my co-workers, and the various jobs around the club. I became very comfortable dancing on the caged and the main stage. The main stage was where you wanted to be for tips, and some of the veteran guys were not too happy that Scotty let me on it so soon. I still had not danced on the pole yet, as I would need some practice first. I had waited tables a few times, which was fun. I liked interacting with the patrons and getting ogled at up close. It was fun to chat with them and flirt a little in the process.

While I was having a blast at the club, the rest of my life was slowly falling to pieces. I was working multiple nights a week at the club on top of my desk job, so I got far less sleep than I needed. My paralegal work suffered as a consequence. I was also becoming so drained sexually from the stripping that I was barely posting any content online anymore, and more importantly, my sex life with Matt had become duller as well. I needed to cut back, and I needed to discuss it with Matt.

“Hey, do you have a minute?” I asked, popping my head in Matt’s office door. I already knew he had a minute; I had checked his calendar online to make sure he didn’t have any meetings before I opened this can of worms.

“Sure do, Grant. What’s up?” Matt asked. He watched me with great concentration and a sympathetic look in his eye as I explained everything I had been feeling lately, and how I have been considering quitting my paralegal job. After my long, roundabout explanation, and the bomb drop of offering up my resignation, I studied Matt’s face for any hint of negativity. I didn’t want to do this unless he was completely understanding. I couldn’t risk losing him. Nothing would be worth that outcome. “I see,” he said softly, looking away from me for the first time. He glanced down at his desk, and then at the wall behind me, staring into space as he pondered my proposition.

“I don’t want anything between us to change, Matt. I don’t want to feel any more distant from you. I would work extra hard to make up for these eight extra hours we would spend apart every day.”

“Grant, you don’t have to worry. C’mon, relax,” he said, with accompanying hand gestures, as if he was gently pushing my anxieties down. “I want you to be sexually satisfied, and I want you to strip. I know you are having fun doing it, and I encouraged it. I don’t see our relationship as boss-employee anymore. You may be my co-worker, but more importantly, you are my submissive, and most importantly, you’re my life partner. I want you to be happy, and I want you to chase that happiness, especially while you’re young. You can always go back to a desk job, and I’ll help you get one if you ever want one again. If you want to be a full time sex worker, though, I’m perfectly happy with that.”

I teared up a little from Matt’s encouragement, and we stood to hug. I nestled my head into his neck as he gave me a tight bear hug. In the end, I had no reason to be nervous, which I should have known. Matt has always encouraged me to be my authentic, faggy self.

I typed up my official two-weeks’ notice that afternoon and walked with an extra spring in my step to Bruce’s office to deliver it. I told him I had already talked to Matt about it, and he accepted it without asking for many details. I assume he knew generally that I wasn’t about to go work for a competing firm or anything of the sort.

Over the next ten days, I got into as many shenanigans as possible. If I was going to leave the office life behind, I wanted to have as much sexy fun in it as possible before I lost the ability. Matt and I stayed after work almost every evening to fool around. Most nights, we just stayed in his office. He would bend me over his desk and breed me. We made sure to rope Frank, the janitor, in on each night that he came to clean. I hadn’t gotten his cock in a while, but it was a welcome addition to Matt’s, and Frank was not about to say no to a piece of ass.

I also made sure to fuck with Steven as much as possible. He was still in chastity for me, so I tormented him in various discreet ways during the workdays. One day, I slipped a Viagra into his lunch, and he spent the next couple hours uncomfortably straining in his cage and sending me texts cursing me out for the prank. Another day, I made him meet me in the bathroom so I could get a blowjob before shooting my load all over his caged dicklet. I dressed him back up before sending him back to his desk with my spunk in his shorts for the rest of the day. On my final day in the office, I brought in a vibrating butt plug and forced Steven to slip it in. I controlled the vibrations from my phone, and although I assured Steven that the humming was not audible and just in his head, I could truthfully hear the faint buzzing when I passed his desk.

On the afternoon of my final day in the office, I had an exit interview with Bruce to officially discuss everything and tie up loose ends. Bruce quickly ran through all the official matters with me, before getting more personal.

“Grant, I have got to be honest with you. I won’t really miss you. Don’t get me wrong, you did great work; you have been an excellent employee. You and Matt haven’t let all your tomfoolery get in the way of work, or I would have put a stop to it a long tie ago. Props to you both. That being said, I haven’t forgiven you for losing the Lucero account. I tried to, honestly. I truly want to leave it in the past. I just have not been able to shake that angry feeling you give me when I look at you, knowing that you were stupid enough to yammer on about confidential company business like you did.”

“I… I’m sorry about that, Bruce. I really am.”

“I know you are, but that doesn’t really change anything. I don’t know what Matt ever told you about how everything went down. Matt came to me and spun that story blaming Lucero’s daughter for your mistake, and I believed him at first. Matt has always been loyal to me and would never screw me over. Then, I watched as he took you under his wing and I knew something was up. I put the pieces together and confronted Matt. I had made up my mind to fire you when Matt changed my mind. He told me that if I fired you, he would quit as well. I couldn’t believe it; Matt had been loyal to me for years, but he was willing to throw his career away to save some kid paralegal’s ass. I reluctantly agreed to Matt’s proposition of turning you into the office faggot. I’m still straight as an arrow, and love my wife, but those dick-sucking lips were talented.”

“They’ve only gotten more talented since you last felt them, y’know?” I said cheekily, taking this opportunity to get one last taste of Bruce’s cock. Matt hadn’t told me about the fact he had almost sacrificed his job for me, and I would thank him later, but for now, dick was my number one priority.

Bruce rolled his chair away from his desk and I glanced back over my shoulder to double check that the door was closed, and the shades were pulled. I stood up and made my way over to Bruce. As I got on my knees in front of him, I got the slightest whiff of his cologne, which had almost entirely worn off by this afternoon. Approaching his crotch, I could smell the sweet, musky stench of his ball sweat, and I kissed his bulge seductively while I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.

It had been months since I last saw Bruce’s cock, and I had actually forgotten just how stunningly sexy it is. I had enjoyed myself when I last played with it, but I was still a scared, timid straight guy being compelled to fag out. I didn’t truly appreciate this cock for what it is. Beer can thick and nine inches long; a slab of Grade-A prime beef man meat.

Bruce was still slightly flaccid, so I placed his tip in my mouth and sucked on it gently. I flicked his piss slit with my tongue before rubbing it more aggressively on his frenulum. I worked up some spit in my mouth, as I would need all the slobber that I could muster to glide down this fat cock, and then I started my descent. Once his cock was down my throat and my nose was in his pubes, I looked up at Bruce and grinned with my eyes. He looked genuinely impressed, surprised by the ease at which I swallowed him.

“Fucking shit, Grant. You weren’t kidding. Matt has trained you well, huh?”

“yethsh shuwr,” I muttered, the fat cock and slimy spit in my throat garbling my words.

I worked my throat on Bruce’s cock for a solid thirty minutes. For most of the blowjob, Bruce just laid back and let me do my work, giving little more than a grunt or soft moan when I pleased him or a guiding hand in my hair when I needed direction. I sucked him off like my life depended on it, like I needed nothing more than his seed down my throat. I fondled Bruce’s full, heavy nuts while I sucked him. Finally, he graced me with that hot, sticky load. I felt his ballsack clench up in my hand and then his cock swelled in my throat. I backed off just enough that I would get to taste the salty-sweet jizz he was feeding me before it got pumped into my stomach.

“Thanks, kid. Best of luck with wherever life takes you,” Bruce said after putting his cock away, extending his hand to shake mine. With that blowjob and handshake, I was officially a former employee.

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!