Coercive Control

“So, how was your final day in the office?” Matt asked me as I slid into the passenger seat. He turned the key and started his car as we were heading home from work. I had just finished guzzling Bruce’s cum.

“Oh, pretty lame,” I said sarcastically, before leaning in to give Matt a quick kiss.

“Good exit interview, I assume from your cum breath,” Matt chuckled light-heartedly as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Hah, yeah. I gave Bruce a little going away present. He told me what you did for me, by the way. How you stood up for me way back when and offered to quit if I got fired. Why didn't you tell me?”

“Ah, well I guess things were still just so new with us, so I wanted to wait to tell you. I was still dominating you pretty hard, and you were still adjusting. I wasn’t ready for you to see my softer side; it would have screwed up your training. Then it just never came up, I guess. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“No, don’t apologize. I’m glad I know but I trust you and your process too. I just thought it was sweet. You’re my big, tough master but at the end of the day, you’re just a teddy bear. I love that about you.”

When we got home, we made a quick dinner before getting cleaned up and heading out. I had a shift at the strip club, and Matt wanted to come see me in action. I had been working for a few weeks now, but he wanted to wait until I got settled in to come visit. He had invited Steven as well, who had poked fun at me about it, but agreed to come out. I think he was secretly jealous that I was living the stripper fantasy while he was stuck at his job making copies and coffee runs.

On the drive over, Matt told me that he had a big surprise planned for me tonight, which I was anxiously excited about. He wouldn’t give me any hints, so I prepared for anything. He dropped me off around back and I headed inside, got dressed in a skimpy outfit, and hit the stage. As I danced, I looked out at the dark sea of people, trying to find Matt and Steven, but it was too difficult to see. I put them out of my mind and let my body get into the song that was playing. At one point, Matt and Steven came up to tip me. Matt gave me a twenty-dollar bill and groped my bulge as he stuck it in my thong. Steven gave me a fiver. At least it wasn’t a single, which was all I expected from him. After a while, I got switched from dancing on stage to waiting tables. I scoped out Matt and noticed him at a table in Alex’s section.

“Hey Alex, my partner and buddy are in your section, could you swap me one of your tables?”

“No problem. Which table?” he asked. I gave the number. “Oh yeah, sure. I just put in their latest order, so it should be ready soon. Your partner’s the older guy, right?”

“Yeah, Matt. The twink he’s with is one of our buddies, Steven. I think I told you about him before.”

“What about the other stud they were with?” I looked back at the table, but nobody else was there. 

“I don’t know. Matt said he had a surprise for me. He must have invited someone else. I don’t know who it would be.”

“Hm, must have gone to tip someone or something. I guess you’ll find out soon enough, have fun with that!”

The guys’ drinks were now ready, and sure enough, there were three of them on the tray. I took them over to the table and as I approached, I saw my mystery man.

“Brock! Oh my God!” I couldn’t contain myself; I was so excited. I quickly set the drinks down before hugging my buddy. We had met on vacation at the gay street fair and had some incredible sex, then we kept in touch since and talked all the time. His jet-black hair looked sexy as ever and I felt his ripped body in my arms as we hugged. His pierced nipples grazed my bare chest through his thin shirt.

“How much do I owe you for a lap dance, slutty boy?” he chuckled.

“Happy quitting-slash-new-job, Grant,” Matt chimed in, raising his glass to me.

“When did you get to town? How long are you staying? Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were visiting?!” I playfully punched Brock’s arm.

“Matt invited me, but told me to keep it on the down low. Surprise! I’m here all week!”

I could have stayed and talked with them for hours, but I had work to do, so I excused myself and got back to my other tables. I made sure to check in on my friends frequently, though, and got them good and liquored up throughout the night, letting them tease me and feel me up any time I came by. I thought the remainder of my shift would drag on, knowing what exciting things would be coming after, but it actually went by fairly quickly. Luckily, I wasn’t helping close tonight, and Matt swung by the back door once I was dressed and ready to go home. When I got to the car, I noticed Brock in the front passenger seat, and Steven was not with them.

“Steven grabbed an Uber since he’s going the opposite direction,” Matt explained as I crawled in the back seat. “Well hell, Brock. Climb back there with him and keep him some closer company. I know you both want to!”

Brock quickly hopped out of the car and slid into the back seat behind me. Our hands immediately reached for each other’s bodies, and we leaned in to make out. Matt began the drive home, watching us in the rear view mirror as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. It had been so long since we had seen each other, but it was like no time had passed. We talked almost daily, about anything casual to kinky, so I felt like I knew Brock very well at this point. I unbuttoned his shirt and reached in to feel his abs. Then I gently massaged and tweaked his nipples. He groped my inner thighs before sliding up my shorts and fondling my erect dick while sucking on my collar bone. The foreplay continued for the entire drive, until we were pulling into the garage and making our way inside for the main event.

I led the way up the stairs to the bedroom, Brock following closely behind, and Matt bringing up the rear. I laid on the bed and Brock climbed on top of me. As we kissed, Matt undressed himself, then pulled my shorts off, then Brock’s. Matt climbed up on the bed and pulled both of us up to our knees. I took both men’s cocks in my hands while Matt grabbed my head to make out with me. Brock dove down to my nipple and sucked while he stroked my dick. I couldn’t help but moan from the overstimulation of my body being worked over by two of the sexiest men in my life, and I was leaking precum like a fountain.

The men laid me on my back, and Brock began lapping at my balls, then taint, then hole while he stroked himself off. Matt knelt over my face and sat on it, grinding his massive, hairy ass into my mouth. I rimmed his musky hole while he pinched my nipples and rubbed his cock on my chest. Brock got up from my hole and laid on top of me. He took both of our penises in his hand and stroked them together while he leaned forward to suck Matt’s cock, giving him a sloppy, wet blowjob. I reached for Brock’s ass and fingered him, aiming for his prostate the best I could from my position.

Brock couldn’t handle the foreplay for any longer and needed to get his dick inside me. He turned his attention back to my ass and rammed into me with ease. I gasped, and then moaned, as my hole accepted the cunting. Matt repositioned himself so I was sucking his dick, and then leaned forward to make out with Brock while they Eiffel Towered me. 

Eventually, the men switched places so Matt could feel my ass. Brock was perfectly happy to switch places and deep throat me, feeding me the ass slime that had accumulated on his meat. Now that my hole had been sufficiently warmed up by both tops, it was time for some real hole training. Matt laid down on his back and I climbed on top of him, mounting him. Brock came up from behind and forced his way into my already filled hole. Soon, my ass was being stretched out by both men at the same time, and Brock thrust in and out of me, rubbing his cock on Matt’s and pushing Matt’s tip into my prostate. I was close to cumming from this, but didn’t want the fun to end, so I squirmed away before I could erupt.

“Show Brock what we’re working on,” Matt ordered. I quickly laid down on my back and hooked my arms under my knees, pulling them to my chest and exposing my wet, pink, gaping hole.

“Fist me,” I begged, hungrily.

Matt offered Brock some of the thick, greasy lube we had been using for our fisting training and slathered it on his hand and my hole. He pressed his fingers to a point and pressed into me, making me moan loudly as he stretched me to my limit. Matt encouraged him as he pressed deeper, knowing the limits of my hole very intimately. Then, it happened. My hole swallowed Brock’s fist. It was ecstasy and pain all at once, and then it was nothing more than a full feeling as my hole accepted Brock’s knuckles and clenched around his wrist. He wiggled his fingers inside me and then grinded his knuckles against my prostate, making me squirm with pleasure. I had done it; I had officially taken a fist!

Brock continued stretching my hole and I got more comfortable having his knuckles pop in and out of me. Matt tried to fist me as well, but I was still unable to take him. His hands are much larger than Brock’s. Instead, Matt resorted to topping Brock while Brock went back to fisting me. I stroked Brock’s and my cocks while he worked my hole, and it wasn’t long before I was on the verge of erupting in an orgasm. The second I heard Brock whisper “I’m close”, I let my load fly and sprayed it across my chest and stomach. Brock’s load quickly followed suit, mixing with my jizz on my body. Matt let out a guttural groan as he deposited his seed inside Brock. All three of us collapsed in a heap on the bed, catching our breath from that marathon fuck fest.

Brock and I had an extremely fun week. We spent our days hanging around the house while Matt was away at work. Other than leaving for lunch and a little shopping, we spent the bulk of our time together hanging out around the house and having sex. So much sex. Most of it was filmed for my Onlyfans, as the idea of seeing thousands of people watch him rail me online turned Brock on immensely. Of course, we also filmed a couple fisting scenes as well. Those would turn out to be the biggest hits with the subscribers.

On Saturday night, Matt had a charity event to attend, so I thought I would show Brock Steven’s skills as a faggot and push his submissiveness to the next level. Steven had been good at submitting to me since the chastity began, but I wanted to take it further. I told Brock a few of my ideas and he got hot just talking about them, so I texted Steven to set something up.

G: Faggot. Make yourself available tonight.

S: Yessir, I’m free. Do you want me to come over?

G: No, we’re coming to you. Be prepped, naked, and kneeling in the living room when we get there in thirty. May even let you out of the chastity to cum if you’re good.

S: Yessir. Can’t wait!

He didn’t have the slightest idea what was in store for him tonight. 

Brock and I immediately headed over to Steven’s apartment, arriving about ten minutes early. I let us in, as I still had my old key to the place, and we surprisingly found Steven already kneeling on the carpet. I was a little bummed as I expected to find him not ready yet and punish him for it, even though it was my fault we were early. 

“Steven, Steven…” I mused. “What are we gonna do with you?”

“Anything you’d like, Sir. You too, Brock. Please abuse me.”

Brock grabbed a fistful of Steven's hair and tilted his head back. “Open,” he commanded. Steven opened his mouth, and Brock spat into his mouth. “Swallow.” Steven gulped the spit down.

“It’s a shame you like to use that hair as a handle, it’s gonna be the first thing to go,” I said, reaching into my backpack and pulling out a set of clippers.

“You’re going to buzz me, Sir?”

“Yep, I think it’s time for you to get a more clean-cut, military type look. Don’t you agree?”

“Yessir, I think it will look great,” Steven said. I could tell he was anxious but wanted to please me and show off for Brock. I plugged the clippers in and dug in, starting with a thick stripe right down the center of Steven’s head. He watched as his long, blond hair fell from his head down to his knees and remained silent for the entire process. I made sure to leave him some length, but his co-workers were going to be in for a shock when he walked in the door on Monday.

“What am I going to tell people about it?”

“Tell them you like a shorter cut in the summer. It’s the middle of May; It has been decently warm out,” Brock suggested.

“He needs to be rinsed off. Help me give him a golden shower, Brock?” I asked, pulling my dick out. Steven instinctively opened his mouth as I released my stream of piss directly onto his face. I shook my dick around as I pissed, creating a mess and drenching Steven’s entire body. Brock willed his bladder to release and added his load as well. Soon, Steven was kneeling in a sopping wet puddle of piss and hair on his carpet. I’m sure he would have fun cleaning that up when we left.

“Go rinse off for real, piss pig. Then meet us in the bedroom.”

While Steven took a quick shower, I set things up in the bedroom. Steven emerged and we quickly tied his wrists and ankles to the four posts of his bed. Once he was secured, Brock and I stripped naked, and I unlocked Steven’s cock cage. He sprung an erection immediately. I applied some lube and then Brock and I took turns slowly stroking Steven’s cock. We brought him to the brink of an orgasm, and then let go, keeping him on edge. Soon, he was whimpering and begging us to finish him off. He was putty in our hands. We continued tormenting his dick for another hour or so, until he was practically crying, his blue balls ached so much. Then, we stopped.

I climbed up on the bed so I was standing over Steven’s face, one foot on either side of his head. Brock stood up behind me and stroked his dick with his lubey hand. I squatted over Steven, giving him a good show as Brock entered me, grabbed my hips, and began fucking me rough. His balls clapped against my taint as he pounded me, and I looked at the jealous frustration on Steven’s face as he watched my hole get stuffed. It did not take long for Brock and me to get close to orgasm. I came first, using my hand to block the load from spraying too far. Instead, it accumulated in my cupped hand before dripping down onto Steven’s face. A big dollop landed on his forehead, and then he adjusted his position so he could taste the second dollop. Brock flooded my guts with his load shortly after, brought over the edge by my hole clenching from my own orgasm.

“You wanna taste Brock’s load too?” I cooed. Steven nodded eagerly, and I knelt down until my sloppy hole was just an inch from his open mouth. I flexed my hole muscles and ripped a cummy fart in Steven’s face, and Brock’s load sprayed and coated him. Steven hungrily strained his neck until he was eating my hole, lapping up the remaining semen from me. “Good boy…” I encouraged while I fondled Steven’s dick.

“You want to earn your chance to cum, now?” I asked. Steven nodded eagerly. “Alright, here’s how it’s gonna go. I grabbed this wooden spoon from the kitchen, and we’re gonna take turns busting your balls. That’s the only stimulation you’re gonna get, and you’re going to use it to make yourself blow. You go back in the cage after one hundred hits, whether you came or not, so make them count, faggot.”

I started us off with some warmup. I struck Steven’s nutsack ten times. They were barely taps, but Steven winced from the sensation. After my first ten, I passed the spoon to Brock so he could have his first ten. He also tapped lightly, but we planned to work our way up, making each set of blows more intense than the last. I knew Steven could take a beating and would push himself to make it through this. Partly to cum and partly to show off his skills to Brock. By the time we got to the fifties, Steven was howling in pain, but telling us he was on the verge of cumming, and mid-way through the sixties, his dick sputtered and a stream of jizz flowed out of it and pooled on his stomach. I continued the beating, even though his nuts were retreating into his body from the dull, ruined orgasm. With the remaining thirty hits, Steven squirmed and groaned, but never asked us to stop. His now-flaccid dick flopped around in his pool of cum as he took the remainder of his ball busting like a champ. By the time we were done, he was panting and covered in sweat from the torment, and his balls were bright red and warm to the touch.

“Very good work, boy. I think you’ve earned a little break from the chastity,” I said as we untied Steven’s wrists. I’ll take it with me and can lock you back up when you come over on Sunday. I think it’s time you start pulling your weight domestically. I do too much around the house but wouldn’t dare ask Matt to take on any more of those chores. So instead, you’ll come over Sunday morning and I’ll show you what needs done, mostly cleaning probably. Oh! And I hate mowing, so you’ll have tons of fun doing that.”

“Yessir, sounds great, Sir,” Steven said, putting on a fake enthusiasm that made me laugh.

Brock and I headed home for the evening and left Steven to clean up the mess we had made. Once we got home, we had time for another round of flip fucking before Matt came home and we told him all about our session with Steven. He loved the creativity and couldn’t wait to see Steven on Sunday, all sweaty and worn out in our yard on the mower.

The remainder of Brock’s trip was filled with more sexual fun, until it ended early, early Sunday morning, before the sun was even rising. We said our goodbyes before Brock left to catch his flight home. After Brock was gone, Matt stayed up since he had started in on his coffee and wouldn’t be able to settle. I, on the other hand, walked like a zombie, back to bed and zonked out for another couple hours. I woke back up around eight, and got my own coffee, joining Matt on the couch. Around nine-o-clock, the doorbell rang.

“Maid’s here,” I announced to Matt before answering the door.

“Good morning, Steven, ready to get to work?”

“Yessir, reporting for duty,” he sarcastically quipped as he came inside.

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!