Coercive Control

“I wanna get away this weekend, are you up for some camping?” Matt asked me out of the blue one evening.

“Sure, I guess,” I responded, trying not to sound too put off by the idea. “What made you think of that?”

“I know you’re not very outdoorsy, but I also know a great spot that I used to go to all the time when I was younger. It’ll be fun to get away from everything for a few days!”

Matt was correct that I wouldn’t consider myself a lover of the outdoors, but I could manage for one weekend. Matt seemed very excited, and I didn’t want to be a party pooper, so I agreed to go with him. We spent the following day preparing for the impromptu camping trip. We did a little grocery shopping and dug through some old storage bins in the garage to find Matt’s tent and gear. It seemed like he hadn’t been camping in a long time either. Matt took Friday off work to give us extra time out at the campsite, and I got guys to cover my shifts at the club. I was sad about missing out on the weekend of pay and tips, but it would also be nice to get a little break from the hectic club environment.

We got a bit of a slow start on Friday, sipping our coffee and chatting as we enjoyed the start of our long weekend. When I emerged from my shower, Matt had laid out an outfit for me to wear. One of my old light grey tee shirts that I had turned into a crop top, a pair of red running short shorts, and a sexy white jockstrap. I stepped into the jockstrap then the shorts before throwing the crop top of my head. I looked in the mirror and ran my fingers down my exposed happy trail to my engorged crimson bulge. Matt gave me a smack on the ass and a wink as he made his way into the bathroom to shower.

By mid-morning, we had my SUV all loaded up and ready to go. We drove for about thirty minutes, outside of town to a parking lot at an old trailhead. As I stepped out of the car, I was hit with an intense scent of the pine trees around us, which were baking in the warm spring air. I opened up the trunk and we grabbed our backpacks as well as the cooler of our food and drink, and then I let Matt lead the way to this campsite.

“I used to come out here all the time, but it’s been years since I camped in general, and I haven’t been to this site since I was high school. It’s a few miles back in here, and not a marked campground, so we will be secluded enough to not be bothered. Not too far though, either, that we will have any trouble hauling our things. Our cooler is pretty light; My buddies and I used to carry heavy Gatorade jugs of jungle juice and wine coolers back here for parties.” Matt said with a wink.

We took turns carrying the cooler and compared our jungle juice recipes while we hiked. It wasn’t long at all before we stepped into a clearing where we would be setting up camp. The area was beautiful, well worth the hike to get here. We stood in a meadow of wild grasses and small flowers, completely surrounded on either side by tall, looming trees that shaded us and felt protective. In front of us was a lake, full of crystal clear water. There was a small fire pit and dilapidated picnic table, which looked like they could have been placed here by Matt and his friends in high school and forgotten.

We took off our packs and Matt unfastened the rolled-up tent from his. We threw a tarp down and then quickly erected the tent. As I knelt to hammer a stake into the ground, I could feel Matt’s eyes on me. I turned back to see, and caught him ogling at my ass in my red booty shorts had dressed me up in.

“Liking what you see?”

“I could watch you work like that all weekend. I think we may need to take the tent back down and try again,” Matt said with a wink.

We quickly unpacked our bedding from the packs and threw together our makeshift bed: a couple of foam pads and a nest of blankets on top. Matt let the hornienss from watching me overtake him as he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug and tackled me into the blankets. We kissed passionately for a long while, taking our time to savor the lovemaking. Eventually, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I kissed and licked my way down Matt’s neck, then chest, then stomach, until finally I was in his shorts. I groped his hard cock through the thin fabric before reaching in and claiming my man’s meat. I peeled back Matt’s foreskin before kissing and teasing his cock head. Then, I expertly swallowed the full length of his veiny cock and milked him with my throat until he gave me his delicious load.

It was only a few short hours before Matt was hungry for more. We had finished setting up camp and had a snack, then decided to explore around the lake. We were hiking along a small path, weaving through the trees near the waterfront when I felt Matt grab the bottoms of my shorts and yank them down. He spanked my jockstrapped ass, causing it to jiggle.

“Grab your ankles, boy. I can’t take it anymore, I need in that cunt,” Matt whispered, as if there would be anyone out here to hear him.

I happily bent over and groped my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to expose my hole and give Matt easier access. He held his cock steady while he let a thick wad of spit fall from his tongue down to his dick head. He rubbed his member on my hole to spread our crude lube around before grabbing my hips and thrusting into me.

Matt fucked me like a mad man; it was as if something came over him and possessed him to destroy my ass. It must have been being outdoors or the shorts he had me wear that got him all worked up, but it didn’t really matter to me. I was just thrilled to have my favorite cock grinding against my prostate. I was fully erect in my jockstrap, but was unable to jerk off, as I needed to keep both hands on my knees to steady us. I could feel a wet spot of precum soaking through the fabric of the pouch, though. After a beautifully intense fuck, I felt Matt’s cock swell up and pump rope after rope of jizz into my guts. It didn’t matter that I had drained his balls just a few short hours ago, he still had a massive load to give me. With one load down my throat and another up my ass, I was officially overflowing with semen.

One thing about overflowing with semen is that it tends to want to spill out. As we continued our hike, I felt my hole relax itself and the majority of Matt’s load running down my thigh. I heard Matt chuckling at me as he watched from behind. He had obviously been staring at my ass again to have seen it so immediately. He reached for my thigh and ran his fingers up my leg, scooping up the mess in his hand before bringing it to my lips. I lapped it out of his hand like a pup being fed a treat.

“Good boy, wanna wash that down now?”

Matt whipped his flaccid dick out and tucked his waistband behind his ballsack. I got to my knees and awaited my drink. Matt’s piss splattered at first, but steadied into a solid stream aimed directly at my mouth as he put some more force into it. I gulped the first half of Matt’s bladder down, but allowed the remaining piss to fill my open mouth and then overflow onto my shirt. it ran down my body and soaked into my shorts and jockstrap. I also felt the urge to release, so I pulled my own dick out and aimed it up at myself. I let the piss splash across my face and complete the process of drenching me. Once my bladder was empty, I needed to empty my balls as well. Matt stood over me and watched as I stroked my hard dick in my hand, moaning and groaning in pleasure until I erupted in orgasm and mixed my cum with our piss.

Matt helped me to my feet, and I stripped out of my soaking wet clothes, deciding I would rather return to camp naked than chafing. Once we got back I made a beeline for the lake, running at a dead sprint and dropping my dirty clothes near the shore. I ran until I was about waist-deep before diving head first and letting the cool water wash away all the piss, cum, sweat, and mud that was coating my body. I stayed underwater for a moment, scrubbing my skin and hair with my hands, before emerging and seeing a naked Matt jogging into the lake to join me.

He barrelled toward me and dove at me with open arms. I tried to dodge him, but he caught me and took us both under. We wrestled, splashed, and dunked each other for an hour or so, getting any last energy out of our systems before the sun went down. Once dusk set in, we were sufficiently chilly and hungry for dinner, so we got out, dried off, got dressed, and threw together a fire and some food. 

Matt had built a beautiful fire, during the construction of which he told me about his old boy scout days. After dinner, we sat around it and drank some beers while we cuddled in a blanket together. I let myself be mesmerized by the flames and embers as my buzz kicked in. We noticed some heat lightning in the distance, and Matt checked the weather on his phone. Clear skies had been predicted when we looked the other day, but a small thunderstorm had popped up and was coming toward us. I put away our things while Matt snuffed out the fire. It was a shame that this storm was killing it; I had really been enjoying the fire.

Equally enjoyable, though, was the sound of the rain on the tent’s roof as Matt and I cuddled under the blankets. The worst of the storm missed us, but we did get some heavy rainfall. Matt and I talked late into the night until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I rolled over and Matt embraced me in a hug, spooning my naked body with his as the rain caused me to drift off to sleep.

The next morning was far less enjoyable than the night prior. Dealing with rain during camping seemed like no big deal to me last night, but I was brought back to reality this morning. Some water had leaked into the corner of our tent, and my shoes had soaked in it all night. When I stepped out of the tent, I saw that the lake had risen a decent amount, and the clothes I had left on the shore and forgotten about were nowhere to be found. Luckily I had spare clothes, but I’m sure Matt would miss my red booty shorts.

Matt emerged and fired up the camp stove for some coffee. I took the time to go take a leak. As I made my way to the treeline, I was blocked by a massive mud puddle. My shoes were already a mess, and there was no getting around the mud, so I didn’t mind having to walk through it. I trudged into the puddle, taking extra caution to take small steps and not slip. Once I successfully made it to the trees, I drained my snake and made my way back to Matt. Apparently, I got cocky on the mud puddle on my way back. My foot flew out from under me and my ass went Splat! right in the sticky mess. The commotion caught Matt’s attention and he jogged over to help me, giggling at my clumsiness once he saw I was okay.

Matt stepped into the puddle and I reached for his hand to help myself up. As I pulled, though, Matt’s feet gave way and he began sliding toward me. He tried to get a more secure footing, but shifting his feet was a mistake. In a split second, he ended up right next to me face down in the mud with me.

“Look what you got us into,” Matt taunted me playfully. I lightly slapped his face with my muddy hand in retaliation, smearing a streak of it across his cheek. This led to an all out mud fight between us. It was like we were toddlers on a playground, but neither of us could have cared less. We let ourselves go, and just had a good time in the moment, until Matt paused with an idea. “You’ve been working out, let’s see if you’re finally stronger than me. You down for a little wrestling?”

I was totally down, and Matt and I got to our feet and into position. We dove into each other and tried to manhandle each other to the ground. It was surprisingly difficult when our bodies were so slick and you barely even had traction under your feet. In the end, though, I was able to pin Matt.

“Ah, c’mon. That was good, but we gotta go two out of three,” Matt said. He proceeded to pin me during the second round. The third round lasted significantly longer, as each of us had let the competitiveness creep in. Finally, I managed to pin Matt down in the mud and claimed victory over him. “Good match, good match… would you buy it if I told you I let you win to stoke your ego?”

“Not a chance,” I replied, helping Matt to his feet. We shook the mud off our bodies before heading back to the lake to wash up. The mud wiped off my body quickly, but Matt’s coating of fur clung to the dirt like no other. As he finished washing up, I reheated the water for the coffee and poured us each a cup.

That afternoon, Matt decided to get a bit more dominant with me. He had brought his duffel bag of ropes and stripped me naked before using a few lengths of the scratchy, hemp rope to bind me. First, Matt had me stand with my hands behind my back and he tied a rope around my wrists, then another tops around my chest, creating a harness that framed my pecs and caused them to bulge between the ropes.

Next, I was placed standing with my back to a nearby tree. Matt placed a towel between my forearms and the bark to cushion me, then wrapped more rope tightly around my chest, attaching me securely to the tree trunk. He wrapped a length of rope under each thigh and attached them to the other ropes. He then grabbed one of my legs and tied a rope to my ankle, bent my knee and tied the rope to the others. Once he had repeated this with the second ankle, I was fully suspended off the forest ground and hanging from this tree fully naked and exposed except for a few measly ropes across my chest and thighs. The finishing touch was a rope that Matt first made me bite down on, gagging me as he wrapped it around the trunk. He then wrapped it around my throat just tight enough to choke me lightly but allow me to breathe.

I was sporting a full erection as I settled into the bondage and the feeling of submissive helplessness. Matt was masterful enough with his ropework that I was sure I could sustain this position for whatever Matt had in store for me next. 

He began with pleasure, rubbing his hands and tongue across my body. He pinched and suckled on my nipples, kissed my neck sweetly, massaged my entire torso with his hands, and fondled my nuts that were hanging low in the heat of the afternoon. He spat in his hand and slid his slick fingers between my thighs to my boy pussy and began milking my prostate. My dick spasmed and leaked precum in reaction to this, and Matt stroked me with his free hand, squeezing my cock in a tight grip and massaging it, slowly stroking from my base to my tip. 

I was kept on edge for a solid thirty minutes, until I was drooling into my rope gag, attempting to plead for Matt to let me cum. He had other ideas, though. He stepped away from me, and gave me a smirk before walking past me, behind the tree and out of eyesight. I listened to him as he rustled around for a few minutes. He returned and had donned his leather gloves, and in his hands he was holding a plant he had just picked: stinging nettle. I recognized it immediately and began thrashing my my bonds, pleading on deaf ears for Matt to not torture me. We had discussed upping my pain tolerance and I had been excited about it, but I had more spanking or whipping in mind. Not this…

Matt started with my chest, grazing my skin with the leaves. As they pricked my nipples, I writhed in both pain and ecstasy. It was similar to being spanked in a way: letting your body process all that pain and trying to channel it into sexual satisfaction. I knew he would not push me too far, and that I have a safe word, but I wanted to show Matt that I could handle anything. Matt was obviously getting satisfaction from it all, as I could see a massive tent in his shorts. He slowly brought the nettles down my chest to my stomach and then to my thighs, passing my cock and balls. For now. 

Once he had me warmed up with some light grazing, Matt began flicking his wrist and striking me with the bunch of nettles. First on my stomach, then on my chest. This caused me to scream into my gag with every impact. I could scream as loud as I needed to get my frustrations out, as there was nobody around for miles to hear me. I took only a few of these hits, but my skin was on fire.

Finally, the moment I had been dreading had finally arrived. Matt wrapped his fist around my cock and held my shaft tightly, slowly stroking me back to a full, rigid erection. He then took his bunch of nettles and slid them up my thigh until they just barely grazed my ball sack. I writhed and groaned from the sensation but Matt continued, seemingly only encouraged by my anguish. Eventually, he was pressing the nettles into my balls and rubbing them as me stroked me off. I was in great pain but also inching closer and closer to orgasm with every second.

I didn't even notice when I orgasmed, I had been so focused on the pain. I felt Matt pull away and noticed my dick had gone limp. As Matt untied me and congratulated me for completing my task, I saw my load on his arm and crotch. I fell to my knees in exhaustion once the ropes were all removed, and though I was exhausted and still stinging with pain, I instinctively reached for Matt's bulge to suck his cock. I could see he needed satisfaction, and I had been trained to provide that for him. I took his cock in my mouth and he quickly dumped his enormous load down my throat, practically drowning me in his semen.

Matt provided ample aftercare for the remainder of the day. We rinsed off in the lake and then Matt gave me an antihistamine and laid me down in the tent to apply an anti-itch cream. We laid around chatting while we waited for the rash to lessen, and by dinnertime, it was no longer a bother.

I sat and watched Matt as he constructed another campfire. I was glad that the skies were clear and this one would not be rained out like last night's. We roasted bratwursts over the fire for dinner, and I received eye rolls and pity laughs from Matt as I made many variations of the joke about how much I love eating weiners.

Once the sun had gone down, we got a blanket out and snuggled together as we roasted marshmallows on the embers. Matt had his arm around my waist and I was resting my head on his shoulder. I could have stayed like this forever, watching the fire and listening to the crickets as we basked in the moonlight.

"Grant," Matt asked me, after a long, peaceful silence.

"Yes?"

"Thank you again for coming out here with me. This weekend has been the best I've had in a long time. I wouldn't want to have spent it without you. You should know the reason I wanted to come in the first place. Like I said before, I hadn't been out here since high school with my buddies. I had just been thinking, about a month ago, about one friend in particular and that I hadn't talked to him in years. I told myself that I should reach out, but I didn't. Then I got news last week that I had missed his recent funeral after he died in a car accident. It had been weighing heavy on me ever since, and the only thing I could think to do to memorialize him was to come out to where we made our best memories, and have a good time in his honor. I know that I wouldn't have been able to have a good time here by myself, and you made it as fun as the good ol' days, even if our activities were slightly different. So thank you Grant. I love you so much and appreciate you as well. God forbid, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on because of something similar, I hope I can be even half as comforting as you've been to me. Sorry I've been rambling…"

Matt wiped a tear from his cheek as he looked deeply into the fire. I sat silently for a moment, processing Matt's vulnerability. He had never opened up to me like this before, and my heart was overflowing because of it. I had seen Matt's soft side, and I had loved every second of it. This was different though. This wasn't Matt choosing to be romantically vulnerable to me, but vulnerable with himself. Our relationship was so much more than the incredible sex and the intense torture that I let him put me through.

"I appreciate you telling me Matt. I love you so much," I said, gently kissing Matt's neck before snuggling back into him and squeezing him in the tightest hug I've ever given. Matt hugged me back and rested his head on mine. We held each other and watched the fire in front of us dim to ashes, holding each other in our loving embrace late into the night.

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!