Coercive Control

I stroked myself slowly, moaning softly, as I admired my handiwork. I was sitting across from Steven, who I had put in the sex swing. He was blindfolded and completely naked, including his chastity cage which I had removed. To keep him from stroking himself, I bound his wrists in handcuffs behind his back and under the sling. The fuck machine was pummeling his hole with a hefty, nine inch dildo which rapidly fucked his greasy cunt. It had only been ten minutes, but he was already dripping sweat and leaking precum. I was leaking as well, incredibly turned on by Steven’s predicament and my own feeling of dominance. I could already feel my balls swelling with an orgasm, and I hurried over to Steven to give him my jizz. Why wait, anyway? I have all the time in the world to work up more loads. I shot my spunk on Steven’s face and he lapped at the ropes with his tongue as they flew past him and painted his face and chest.

“Enjoy, faggot,” I whispered maniacally. “In three short hours you’ll have earned a hand job and I’ll work the biggest load of your life out of those little bitch balls.” Steven groaned in pleasure at the thought of his reward, having been locked away and denied for weeks at this point.

I headed toward the stairs, deciding to leave Steven to his session alone. It always got me helplessly horny when Matt would leave me alone in some kind of bondage or task, and I wanted to pass along the enjoyment. I flicked off the light and then headed up the stairs. As I closed the basement door behind me, Steven was plunged into pitch blackness. 

I popped some popcorn and turned on a movie. It was early evening on a weeknight, so there was not much going on otherwise. Matt had left this morning for a work conference and would be gone for the next couple days, so I was holding down the fort as a bachelor at the moment. I didn’t have any crazy plans (does my torturing of Steven count as crazy at this point?), but I would have a couple of shifts at the strip club. I’m sure I would hunt for some hookups and play with Steven some more as well. To be honest, that sounded like much more fun than the stripping at this point.

Lately, the thrill of stripping had lost its luster, and I had grown to resent it in the short time I had this job. Scotty had mentioned the high turnover rate, and I could see why. The dancing and being desired was great, as were the tips, but behind the scenes was a different story. Management was terrible, and I had joked with Matt about being able to run the place a hell of a lot better when I vented to him about it. Scotty constantly sexually abused the boys, which many of the boys encouraged so they could dip into Scotty’s cocaine stash. A few of the boys were also sticky fingered and you had to keep a close eye on your cash. It was cutthroat and hardly worth it at this point to me. I would much rather stay home and abuse Steven than go out and dance.

I didn’t feel like I could quit, though. I had only started working six weeks ago, and I had just quit my job at the law firm to make the stripping gig happen. I didn’t want Matt to think I was freeloading, but stripping was my only significant income anymore. Matt could get me rehired at the law firm, but I didn’t particularly want to go back to working there either. I felt stuck, but I did not know what to do about the situation. I decided to put it out of my mind for the moment, and not let the looming anxiety ruin my fun evening.

 I finished my movie and headed back downstairs to tease Steven during the final stretch of his torment. I clamored down the stairs and flicked the light switch on, revealing my fuck toy. He was panting and soaked in sweat. His dick was flaccid and bouncing on his thigh as the fuck machine jackhammered into him with the same force as when I first started it up. On his stomach was his own load of jizz. He had cum hands-free.

“The fuck is this, fag?” I asked, smearing my hand in his cum and wiping it on his face. “How long ago did you blow?”

“I dunno, Sir,” Steven mumbled, exhausted from the fucking. “Fifteen minutes ago, maybe.”

I pulled my dick back out of my fly and used some of Steven’s load as lube to stroke myself back to an erection. Once my dick stood at attention, I lined up at Steven’s lips and throat fucked him until his face was coated in a thick layer of throat slime. Mid-throatfuck, the timer on my phone went off.

“Three hours are up, boy,” I announced, as I turned off the machine and pulled the dildo out of Steven’s cunt. His pussy lips were completely loose and gaping at this point. I laughed as he tried to clench them and they just fell back open. I decided that I needed to feel this hole and stuck my dick in. He was cavernous and his wet sloppy hole felt incredible on my cock. I pushed two fingers in as well to give Steven some added girth and some prostate stimulation. I grinded my fingers on his button as I fucked and brought myself to orgasm. I shot my load as deep in his ass as I could reach, but the second I pulled out, my load spilled out on the floor.

“Fuck that cunt is incredible, faggot,” I groaned as I stroked my sensitive, post-orgasm cock.

“Can I please have my hand job now Sir?” Steven begged. His dick had grown back to a full, raging erection.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You already got your cumshot from the machine earlier. You didn’t think I’d let you have two, did you?” I teased.

Steven tried to protest and reason with me, but I retrieved some ice in a towel and shunk his dick back down quickly before locking it back up in chastity. His full orgasm that he craved so much would have to wait even longer.

“You know I’ve won our little fued, don’t you faggot?” I asked as I clicked his lock shut, knowing that deep down, Steven truly wanted to be denied and locked.

“Yes Sir…” Steven muttered defeatedly. “You know you’re a jackass, though, right?”

The following day, I woke up after sleeping in late with a massive erection. I pulled up some porn and stroked myself slowly, gooning for over an hour before I blew my load and got cleaned up. I spent a couple hours hanging out inside while I waited for it to get nice and hot outside. It’s early June, and I wanted to work on my tan. I grabbed my sunglasses and earbuds, threw on some trunks, and sunscreened up before heading out to the pool.

I laid out on the lounger, hiked my trunks up to expose my pale thighs and baked in the heat. I took a dip in the water after I got hot and sweaty, and then applied some oil when I returned to my seat. Rubbing oil all over my body made my horny and I popped a boner in my wet trunks. The good thing about our backyard is that nobody’s house is close enough to see into it. I had total privacy back here, and I was going to take advantage of that now.

I pulled the swim trunks down my legs and laid them aside. I squeezed out some more oil into my hands and rubbed it all over my cock and balls, stroking my shaft in the heat of the summer day. I couldn’t contain myself, and I came quickly, shooting my load all over my stomach. The oil caused it to roll right off my skin and make a mess on the lounge chair. I hopped up, wiped the mess up with the corner of my towel, and then dove back in the pool to rinse off the small amount of cum still on my skin and cool off.

I stripped that night, so I was not able to play with Steven. The following night, though, I invited him over for some more fun. I have a fag at my beck and call, why should I be masturbating ever when I can just use his holes to pleasure myself instead? I sent the bitch a text and he quickly arrived, eager to serve me. We did not waste time with words, and I immediately stripped him down and led him to the dungeon. I threw him on the bed and began tying him down. Once he was spread out and tied to the bed frame securely, I shimmied out of my shorts to get into the action. Just then, though, the doorbell rang. I was going to just ignore it, but it rang again. Annoyed, I decided I should probably see who was up there, so I threw my shorts back on and hurried up the stairs.

As I approached the entry, I could hear someone on the other side frantically rapping at the door. I reached for the door, and as soon as I turned the knob, the door was flung open and Wesley barged across the threshold, grabbing me and tackling me to the floor.

“Howdy, shit stain. Did ya miss me?”

Wesley choked me with one hand while he slapped me across the face with his other hand. He spat in my face as I tried to squirm away from him. I could smell the whiskey on his breath and he slurred his words as if he had downed an entire bottle already. When I glanced at his face, I noticed how irritated and red his eyes were. He had been crying, and had obviously been drinking to numb some sadness from something. Apparently, he moved on from sadness to anger and chose me to be his punching bag.

Wesley is small, but strong, and manhandles me easily. He turns me over onto my stomach and sits on my hips. He peels my shirt off over my head before fishing into my shorts and grabbing the waistband of my underwear. He yanks on them and gives me a wedgie, pulling and pulling until the spandex has dug deep into my ass crack. Wesley has enough length that he is able to hook the underwear to my forehead and trap me in an atomic wedgie. 

“Get on the couch, bitch,” he sneers as he stands up. I crawl over to the couch, underwear blocking my vision. I find the couch and climb up on it, leaning on the back and kneeling with my ass hanging off the front. Wesley plops down on the coffee table and begins spanking me hard until my ass is bright red and burning from the pain. Once he has gotten me good and warmed up, he fumbles with my underwear, trying to unsnag them from my face. He frustrates himself and ends up just ripping the fabric off my body completely. He tosses the shred of fabric that used to be my underwear aside and lays into my hole. No lube, no spit, no warmup. He lines his prick up and thrusts his hips, plowing into me at full force. With any other man, I would howl in pain at the invasion, but Wesley’s manhood is small enough that I am not fazed.

I have never enjoyed sex with Wesley all that much. Partly because he is unimpressive in bed, but also the fact that I have never gotten over his childish, bully-like dominance. He picked on me as a kid, which terrified me at the time, but he was always up to his same games even now as an adult. It was actually humorous to me to see him try to be half the man and dom that Matt is. Don't get me wrong, he has had his moments that have been dominant and sexy, but others have not been such a turn on. Being an asshole doesn’t automatically command respect from fags. My mind drifted with these thoughts while I bottomed on autopilot: moaning and shaking my ass without any thought, and waiting for Wesley to bring himself to orgasm. 

Wesley dumped his load in me before pulling out and slumping into a nearby chair, having exhausted himself. As I pulled my shorts back on, I listened to the whimpers of his stifled crying that started back up. I couldn't decide whether or not to mention the fact that he was obviously upset about something, but I couldn't ignore it. I walked past the front door and closed it, since it was still open from Wesley barging in, grabbed two beers from the fridge, and returned to the living room.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked, handing a bottle to my puffy-eyed, pathetic looking abuser. 

He took the beer from my hand and began telling me bits of the story. Slowly at first, then in a wave of emotion. He had been dumped by his girlfriend, Grace. They had gotten off to a rocky start, but she had come around to him and they had been going strong for months now. Wesley told me that he thought she may have been the one. Apparently he did not give her enough time or attention, and tended to be a slob. That all checked out to me. He had been unaware of this, thought things were going great, and asked her to move in. She couldn't take it anymore and ended things then and there. Welsey told me all of this in a rush though tears and runny nose. He had moved to the couch next to me and was leaning on my shoulder. I awkwardly patted his back to comfort him.

We had a few more beers and chatted for a while until Wesley had calmed down and gotten it out of his system for now. I definitely didn't plan to console my old childhood bully through his breakup tonight, but I couldn't just leave him how he was either. No matter how hard he tried to appear like the tough guy, all I could see in him was the weakling who cried over getting dumped and needed to turn to the gay boy down the street who he used to torment for some venting. After two or so hours, Wesley decided to go home, and I showed him to the door. I collected the beer bottles for the coffee table and threw them in the recycling. Just then, it clicked. 

"Oh shit, Steven," I whispered to myself. I had completely forgotten that I had my own fag tied up in my basement, who was waiting to be tormented. I hurried down the stairs and returned to a naked, restrained Steven. His dick had gone limp and he seemed annoyed.

"What the fuck, Grant? It was hot at first hearing you fuck up there, but I thought you might let me in on the action! Or at least come back sooner!"

"You wouldn't have wanted any of that cock anyway, it was Wesley."

"Oh, ugh. You got me there."

"You can have a souvenir, though. His load is still in my ass, and you're gonna clean me out," I said, climbing onto the bed to sit on Steven's face. Steven's caged dick jumped eagerly at the idea.

The following afternoon, I was back out at the pool getting some more sun. I had enjoyed my previous jerk off session so much that I wanted to get a little more of that action in as well. I didn’t even wear a swimsuit out here today, and just wrapped a towel around my naked body. I got to my chair and laid the towel down. I laid on it and began oiling up my body. I let myself cook in the heat for a while, basking in the sun and feeling my skin turn darker. Beads of sweat pooled on my skin and ran down my face and torso. My dick slowly swelled until it plumped up to a full erection. I squeezed a little more oil into my hand and began rubbing it on my shaft. I moaned softly as I rubbed my hand up and down my shaft, squeezing my cock head with each pump of my fist. I basked in the sun, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure as I masturbated. I relished in the moment for a long while until I couldn’t take it anymore. I unloaded my jizz all across my body. It splattered on my chest and face, and I licked up the bit on my lips that I could reach. It tasted slightly coconutty from the tanning oil. 

Just then, I heard the clang of a patio chair over by the house. Startled, I whipped my head around and saw a man standing there! He wore a blue polo and cargo pants, and had his hand on his crotch. He had obviously been spying on me while I wanked, and it had turned him on.

“I’m so sorry,” the man stammered, also embarrassed by the situation. “I’m with the electric company, I was just here to read your meter. When I came around back and saw you, I just couldn't help but watch. You’re incredibly sexy, you know?”

“No worries,” I said with a smile, trying to calm the guy’s nerves. “Why don’t you come over here and let me finish you off? It’s the least I can do after getting you all worked up.”

The man hesitated at first, but I waved him over with my hand, offering more encouragement, and he came toward me, the eagerness in his facial expression growing with each step. I sat up in my chair and he stood in front of me. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. He had a beautiful six-incher that sat in a thick bush of dark brown pubes. I gripped his shaft and squeezed, conjuring a bead of precum from his tip. I swirled my tongue around his head, tasting the saltiness, and then swallowed it whole, burying my nose in the man’s pubes.

He placed his hands on my head and guided me along the length of his cock. I could feel the coolness of his wedding ring on my face. He glanced around nervously from being out in the open air, and seemed to have never gotten sucked off by a fag before either. I was determined to give him a good first experience, and gave him a wet, sloppy blowjob that ended with him growling softly as he fed me rope after rope of his hot seed. I slurped every ounce of jizz out of his meat before letting him pull away from me and put his cock away. He quickly, and shyly, thanked me as he put his softening cock back in his pants. He headed for the gate to leave before realizing he hadn’t even read our electric meter. He did a 180, went and got his reading, then gave me a wave goodbye as he left for real. 

I didn’t think twice about the guy for the next day. I guess I had been desensitized by Matt to offer up my services to anyone who wanted them, but I didn’t dwell of the anonymous sex after the fact much anymore. I was reminded of my backyard blowjob, though, by Matt of all people. The following day, he was returning from his trip. When he arrived home, I helped him bring in his bags, we hugged, and we said our hellos. Then Matt pulled out his phone.

“You were a busy boy while I was gone, weren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah Sir. I played with Steven a lot, and Wesley came by one night.”

“You had a little fun with Joe from the electric company too, didn’t ya?” Matt winked and grinned. He tapped at his phone and a voicemail began playing.

Uh, hi. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I just can’t stop thinking about you sucking me by your pool earlier, and I just had to thank you. I couldn’t focus at all the rest of the day. I hope you don’t mind that I pulled your phone number from your account, but I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed it so much. I hoped you’d answer, but now I’m kind of relieved that you didn’t. I can’t be letting myself get involved with guys again. My wife would really kill me this time. Uh, anyway, thanks again I guess. Sorry to bother you.

“I spent a good chunk of my flight back wondering what I should have us do as my welcome home sex, but when I landed and this voicemail came though, I knew exactly what you need.” Matt winked and shot me the devilish grin that always meant he had something sadistic in mind for me. I couldn't wait to find out what it was this time. Matt took me to the backyard and ordered me to strip. He left me standing in the grass while he went to the garage. He returned with an assortment of things: rope, a mallet, wooden scrap, and a pail. “Since you like being kinky out here so much, I figured I could give you some of what you want.”

Matt pushed me down onto the grass, and then nudged my chest with his foot, kicking me over onto my back. He knelt down and tied a length of rope around each of my ankles, then my wrists. He tied loops in the other ends of the ropes, and then pulled one taut before grabbing a wooden scrap and pounding it into the ground with his mallet, using it as a stake. He repeated the process with my other three limbs, until I was stretched out in the grass, in a big, naked X.

Next, Matt took another length of rope and tied it tightly around my ball sack. He tied the other end of the rope to the metal bucket. He drove a stake into the ground between my legs and draped the rope over it. This left the bucket hanging in the air on one end of the rope and my nuts being pulled gently on the other. Matt went to a nearby rock bed and scooped up a handful of rocks. He gently placed them, a few at a time, in the pail until it was practically full. My balls were being tugged much harder at this point, but I could manage the dull pain for now.

I thought Matt was done, but he had a few more tricks up his sleeve, or in his pockets to be more precise. He reached into one pocket and pulled out a small tube, one of those sticks of the solid kind of sunscreen. I felt him drag the sunscreen across my chest. F…A…G… written in large letters. I assume that I was going to be left out here long enough for them to be branded into my tan. I had been tanning naked to avoid any tanlines, but I hadn’t expected this to be the one I would need to worry about.

Matt’s other pocket contained a pair of white briefs. He explained to me that he had worn them for two days straight, and then used them as a cumrag for the rest of the trip. He draped them over my face and I could tell by the smell that he was being truthful. I was so distracted, relishing in my underwear gift, that I was startled by the stream of piss that Matt began unleashing onto my covered face. I gagged and choked as the piss went up my nose and down my throat. Matt waterboarded me with his bladder until it was empty, and then I was able to catch my breath. I heard him chuckle to himself, admiring his handiwork, before he walked away, back into the house. As I felt the dull pain in my nuts growing and the heat of the summer sun shining on my naked body, I couldn’t help but remain incredibly horny. All I could think about was the incredible sex that I was going to earn by completing this torment.