Coercive Control

I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. Matt had just brought me inside from my backyard bondage session and gave me some amazing sex. “FAG” was written across my chest in a slightly lighter skin tone. Matt had left me staked in the yard with the word written on me in sunscreen. Luckily, it was barely noticeable as I had a decent base tan by the time he did it to me, and I did not think it would even be noticeable in the dim, dingy atmosphere of the strip club. I finished cleaning up and rejoined Matt in the bedroom. He was sitting up in bed and had retrieved his laptop. He had a huge grin on his face and waved me over to the bed to join him.

“So, Grant. I want to run something by you, and I want you to be open to it. I’ve had it in the works in the back of my mind for a few weeks now, but I really buckled down while I was gone and am ready to share my idea with you.”

“Okay, Matt…” I responded, anxious to see what he had come up with.

“So, way back when I was younger and having my gay awakening serving under Darius, I went clubbing a lot. Especially to gay and fetish nightclubs. I also frequented a bathhouse for a while. I always thought it would be so much fun to be the man behind the curtain and run one of those places, and I always thought that I could run them better than the people who did. That fantasy obviously went away as I got older and found my actual calling with practicing law. I had let it fall out of my memory completely.”

“I love seeing you live your fantasy of being a stripper, but I understand how hard it has been on you. I hate hearing all your complaints about your boss and co-workers. A couple of weeks ago, you made an off-hand comment about being able to run that place better than Scotty, and my fantasies from the old days came flooding back. I couldn’t get them out of my head, and every time I tried to talk myself out of it, I found my mind talking me back into it. Grant, how would you like to operate your own nightclub?”

“Matt, I don’t know… That sounds hot and fun and all, but I don’t know the first thing about owning a business.”

“I’ll help you every step of the way. I’ve learned a lot through the law firm. You’d have plenty of time to learn about it as well. If you wanted to take any business classes, I’d help you financially. I’ve been looking at options for location, but it’ll be a while to renovate a place.” Matt showed me his laptop screen, where he had real estate openings and budgeting spreadsheets open. He was really serious about this. “I know your life is changing a lot lately, and you’re floating in a sense, which is totally okay. I want you to be doing something that you love, but I also want to help you have more job security than stripping and selling porn.”

Matt and I continued discussing, and he had a sound, well thought out answer to every question I could think of. He had already pitched the idea as a possibility to a few friends at his conference, and they had committed to investing. He told me he was planning on asking more of his local friends who he expected we could count on. He had a few building options scoped out, including a small hotel near downtown that was in the perfect location, as the area lacked enough nightlife. He said we could probably fetch a good deal on the hotel since it needed some serious renovation that we could manage for cheap.

The more details I absorbed, the more confident that I felt it was a good idea. I had never really seen myself being a business owner or manager, but it did seem like a good, stable job if we were able to actually get it off the ground, up, and running. My biggest concern was money. Matt assured me that we would have no problem getting enough help from investors, and he was willing to put in a significant chunk. Being younger, I was not able to put in any capital of my own, but Matt told me not to worry about that. He told me that I could help us gather capital in another way.

A few days later, Matt and I were walking into the clubhouse of Matt’s country club. Matt did not come here often, usually just for meetings with clients who liked to do business on the course. We headed for the pro shop, where we checked in for our tee time. The two guys that we were going to be playing with were already there.

“Matt! Grant! How are ya?” Mateo greeted us. It was a relief seeing someone I already knew and liked so much. Matt had only told me that it was a group of his buddies, not that I would know any of them. The second guy introduced himself as Jim and we were ready to tee off. I learned that there were four more friends, who were teeing off as a group after us.

We headed for the first hole and Jim started us off. He turned out to be the best golfer of the group. Matt liked to joke about how bad at golf he is, but he was keeping up with Jim and kicking Mateo’s and my asses. I have never really liked golf. I knew enough to keep up, but as the day wore on, Matt and Jim tended to hang out ahead of Mateo and me, who were perfectly fine not taking ourselves too seriously. We had a few beers as we played, and Mateo got a little handsy with me on the more secluded holes. On one hole, he shanked a shot so far into the trees that I was sure he just wanted to get us hidden so he could take my ass. Sadly, I was mistaken. I would have loved to take his big, uncut cock out there.

Every now and then, I got a glance at the group of men behind us, the other investors. They all seemed similar to the group I was with: DILF-type men in their 40’s or 50’s. I could see, from the sun glinting off them, that two of the men were wearing wedding rings. I wondered if they were gay men married to each other, or closeted men married to unknowing wives. I wondered what Matt had cooked up for us all. I had to be here as more than a formal business partner.

After I putted the eighteenth hole and ended our game, Matt led myself, Mateo, and Jim inside the clubhouse. We walked into the mens’ card room, and Matt ordered everyone a drink from the bar. We situated ourselves at a table in the corner of the empty room, besides the bartender who was out of our line of sight, while we waited for the other foursome to finish up their game. About twenty minutes later, the four of them shuffled in and headed to the bar. I got a better look at them as they mulled around across the room. Two of them were white guys in their mid 50’s with dad bods and bald heads. The third guy was slightly younger and latin, but more of a bear than Mateo, who was thinner and more toned. The fourth guy was Arab, and by far the sexiest. He was a few inches taller than everyone else, and was much more fit as well. His muscles were bulging out of his tight, spandex polo shirt.

The men gathered around, and I noticed that the table only sat seven, but there were eight of us. I hopped up to give my chair to the Arab man, whose name I learned was Hassan. I turned to grab another chair from a nearby table, and felt Mateo playfully grab my ass to get my attention. When I turned around, he had pushed his chair away from the table and was groping his growing bulge. He nodded his head, ordering me to get down there and suck him off. I looked around the table at all the other men, who looked right back at me with a nervous anticipation.

I wanted to dive down and get Mateo’s cock in my mouth as quickly as possible, but I did not know if I should. This wasn’t some club or bar, this was a fancy country club that Matt attended. I looked across the table at my Master, and he had a serious look in his eye, but he nodded his head slightly, signaling me to get on the ground and service this man.

I immediately dropped to my knees and dove into Mateo’s bulge. I rubbed my face in it and smelled his sweaty junk through his golf pants. He petted my head as I worked on his crotch, and I moaned a little. I received a kick in the ass from across the table, as Matt was instructing me to stay quiet. We were still the only men in the room, but the bartender was across the way and we had to stay stealthy.

I unzipped Mateo’s pants and he shimmied them down just enough that I could get his cock in my hand. I stroked his fat, uncut piece of meat and watched the slimy precum that coated his head. I gently suckled on his tip and tasted the delicious mix of precum, sweat, and a hint of smegma. I teased his cock head for a few moments before Mateo took his hand and forcefully slammed me down onto his shaft, forcing me to swallow the entire length of his cock. I used my tongue to lick the base of his cock and his nut sack until he removed the pressure on my head and I could back off to catch my breath.

I continued working Mateo’s cock for a long while, as he savored my throat. The quiet anticipation of the group had worn off, and the men were all back to chattering. They talked about boring stuff. First cars, then investments. As Mateo graced me with a feeding of his massive, delicious jizz load, the conversation was moving on to major league baseball. He pushed me off his dick and quickly put it away. I sat back on my knees, unsure of what to do, but I saw Hassan’s hand waving for me to come to him. I leaned forward and placed my head in his lap.

I looked up at Hassan with doe eyes, and he looked down at me with a smirk on his face. I reached for his belt and he helped me get his pants down. I was soon greeted with his monster of a cock. It made Mateo’s look like a golf pencil in comparison. It had to be ten inches long, and maybe eight in girth. He was also uncut, which I was excited about. His shaft emerged from a black, thick, but well-kept bush of pubes and I cupped his two eggs of testicles in my hand, fondling them lightly. I opened my mouth wide and put the first couple inches of Hassan’s manhood in my mouth. I stuck my tongue under his foreskin and swirled it around his head while I bounced on his shaft, getting acquainted with it.

It took a few minutes, but eventually I had worked my way down Hassan’s cock and got the entire length of it nice and slick with spit. I began sucking him more aggressively, and he started invading my throat. I have worked extensively at taking large cocks down my throat and losing my gag reflex, but Hassan was putting me through the wringer. I had to muster up all the stamina and willpower I had to keep from gagging or pulling off of him. He played it cool for the most part, but there was one moment where he was speaking to the group and suddenly slurred his words because I sucked him just right and gave him a wave of pleasure. This received roaring laughter from the group.

Once I was fed a load of Hassan’s semen, I was quickly pulled onto the next dick. Then the next, then the next. Nobody came anywhere near to having as impressive a member as Hassan, or as delicious a load as Mateo, but I enjoyed every single cock in my mouth. As I worked around the table, I eventually came to Matt, and I went through my paces of fishing his cock out. He was next in line, so I assumed he would want to be sucked off as well. “Not me, boy. Spread the love.” He whispered down to me. Apparently I was only here today for the potential investors' pleasure, not Matt’s.

Once I had finished sucking off the sixth and final man, I crawled out from under the table, and stood beside Matt. He had me take everyone’s drink order, and then go fetch them from the bar. Across the room, I could hear him telling the group about my job at the strip club. This was the first I had heard any mention of anything remotely close to the new business proposal. I returned with a handful of drinks and passed them around before returning to the bar to grab the remaining glasses. I pulled up a chair and sat between-but-behind Matt and Jim, who was telling the group in great detail about motorboating his wife’s tits. I sat and observed the group, not wanting to be the center of attention or intrude on the boys’ club. Once they all finished their drinks, Mateo stood up and asked the group, “Sauna?”

The men all agreed and shuffled down the hall to the locker room, where they all dispersed to their lockers. I followed Matt to his, which he must pay to rent because it had an engraved name plate on it. Mateo’s locker was about ten feet from us, and we chatted as the men stripped down. I kicked off my shoes, following their lead, but Mateo stopped me.

“Hold on there, Grant. Not so fast. I haven’t had a chance to come down to the strip club and see you in action. I thought you’d put on a little show for us in the steam room?”

I agreed, and waited for Mateo and Matt to finish undressing and wrapping the provided white towels around their waists. I felt strange following the group of naked, toweled men through the locker room and into the sauna. I left my shoes and socks in Matt’s locker, but still had on my polo shirt and khakis. Once in the sauna, Mateo cranked up the steam, and the rest of the group filed in and took their places on the wooden benches. We had the place to ourselves. The room was soon filled with steam and my clothes began to feel damp in the humid heat.

“Well, Grant. We’re all ready and waiting! Let’s see what you got!” Mateo commanded. A few of the guys mumbled some encouragements. I took my place in the center of the room, surrounded by seven daddies, and gave them their personal strip show. There was obviously no music, and the silence felt slightly awkward at first. I resorted to just playing one of the club tracks in my head and letting that carry me through my performance.

I received cheers as I untucked my shirt and exposed my abs, which were glistening with sweaty steam. I flung the shirt off my body and towards one of the men before gyrating my hips as I worked my belt unbuckled. Soon, I had whipped it off from around my waist and had begun undoing my pants. I let the unzipped khakis slowly fall down my ass, then thighs, as I continued moving my body. Once they had fallen to my knees, exposing my white compression shorts, I kicked them off. Next, I made my way around the room and let everyone feel me up. As they groped my body through the thin spandex fabric, the wetness made my skin show through, and the groping made my erection grow.

I returned to the center, flashed my ass for everyone, and then peeled off the underwear. I threw them right at Mateo’s face, and he caught them with his teeth, while grinning at me. IT was time for my finale, and I turned to face the group with my hands covering my junk. I removed them, one by one, before fully exposing my dick. I twirled my hips, which caused my dick to helicopter around, and I received cheers from everyone for my show. As I shook my dick around, all eyes shifted away from me and to the steam room door, which had just opened.

A figure stood in the doorway, but the lighting was too dim and the steam too foggy to see who it was. I instantly went red when I caught a glimpse of the country club uniform polo, as I assumed we had just been caught.

“Get in here! You’re letting all the steam out!” Hassan shouted to the person. He peeled off his shirt and stepped toward us, and I looked him up and down. He was a young guy, maybe college-aged, and he had a slender, toned body. His slim stature was accompanied by being almost completely hairless on his body. His bright blue eyes and soft jawline gave him a baby face that completed his twink look. “Grant, meet Shane. Shane, you know the guys. This is Grant.”

Shane stepped toward me and awkwardly shook my hand. I returned the hand shake and then we both looked at Hassan. We both had a decent idea why he had been invited, but neither of us had been explicitly told. Hassan gestured with his hands, waving at us to focus on each other. We turned back and I looked in Shane’s piercing blue eyes as they closed. He puckered his lips and leaned in. I met him halfway and we began kissing each other. Timidly at first, but it soon grew into full on making out.

His hands explored my naked body, groping my ass cheeks and inching his fingers toward my hole. I felt him up as well, first pulling his pants off. As he kicked them away, I fondled his growing dick and tight ass. He had an average dick, five or six inches hard, but I could tell that his money maker was his ass. I could tell as I experimented with my fingers that he knew what a cock in his ass felt like. He had probably taken Hassan’s pipe plenty of times. 

As if he had read my mind, Hassan stood up and pulled Shane and myself apart. His towel dropped to the floor, revealing his rock hard boner, and he wrapped his massive, muscular arms around his golf caddy’s tiny body. Their lips locked, and Hassan spanked Shane’s ass cheek before groping it aggressively. Seeing that I was available, Mateo jumped up, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me to him. He had me sit on his lap and kiss him while he rubbed our hard dicks together. I had to brace myself by wrapping one arm around his neck, but used my other hand to tease Mateo’s nipple. One by one, the other men in the sauna removed their towels and began stroking their cocks, watching the beginnings of the fuck fest unfold.

Shane got fucked first. He got bent over by Hassan and rested on the bench with his hands while Hassan spat on his cock and began invading his boy’s cunt. I followed suit by lifting myself off Mateo’s thighs, relaxing my hole, and sitting on his dick. It slid into me with no lube necessary, and he moaned softly as he felt my hole wrap around his meat. I supported myself with both arms around Mateo’s neck and bounced on his cock while he played with my nipples.

Matt got in on the action next, coming up behind me and forcing his cock into my already-stuffed pussy. Luckily, my hole had gotten Mateo’s cock nice and slick, and Matt used some spit, so it wasn’t too painful. The stretching of my hole, and the added pressure on my prostate drove me wild, and my erection was raging at this point. I continued bouncing on Mateo, and Matt synced up his thrusts to my rhythm. I could have stayed like this for hours, but eventually my tops were both brought to orgasm. Mateo flooded my guts first, and Matt let loose not a minute later. Once the men had pulled out, I got down and sucked the cum off both of their cocks.

At some point in all of this, Hassan had also finished breeding Shane, and two of the other guys had stepped up to spit roast him. Jim waved me over and I bent over, exposing my sloppy, cummy hole for him to fuck. Jim lasted forever, and fucked me rough. My hole was exhausted by the time I felt his cock pulsing inside me, and I was hardly able to clench my muscles shut to keep his load from spilling out. I gave Jim the same blowjob cleanup treatment that Matt and Mateo received, and he moaned softly as he felt my lips on his sensitive, post-orgasm cock. Everything calmed down and the men all sat back down. I looked over and saw that Shane was staring at me with a horny hunger in his eyes.

“You need serviced too, Sir,” he said to me. I liked the idea of being seen as one of the doms, even though I had just gotten ass fucked like him. I assume it is because I’m one of the patrons and he’s an employee. Whatever the reason, I’m not going to say no to some good head, and Shane did not disappoint. He swallowed my dick, and deepthroated me expertly, not gagging on it even once. As he took my dick to the base, he flicked his tongue at my nuts, which hung low from the heat of the sauna. I grabbed Shane’s head with both hands and skull-fucked him, which caused my nuts to slap against his chin and neck. It did not take for me to work up a load and shoot it down Shane’s throat.

Shane pulled away, wiped his chin, thanked the group, and then quickly got dressed and left the sauna. I grabbed a towel and covered myself up before plopping down on the bench next to Matt. Everyone sat in silence, enjoying the calmness of the steam and the after-sex sleepiness. One by one, the men got up, said their goodbyes, and headed out. Eventually, Matt, Mateo and I were the only remaining men in the room. Mateo got up to give us his goodbye, and we decided to join him. I collected my clothes and we headed out together. We quickly dressed and then headed for our cars. 

“Matt,” I said, once we got in the car. “Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast, but I thought today was all about the business proposal. We didn’t talk about the club at all really.”

“Buddy,” Matt chuckled, “You’ve got a few things to learn about business. Today wasn’t about proposing the idea to these guys. I talked to each of them a while back. Today was all about thanking them for agreeing to be a part of it. I bought them all a round of golf and gave them a taste of just how talented you are as a thank you. You really killed it, and I’m sure not a single one of them has any second thoughts about agreeing to be your business partner.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” I laughed at my stupidity.

“They loved you, bud. You’ve got the charisma that it takes to make this work. You really killed it today. Well, other than your golf game needing some work…” he said with a wink. That earned him a playful punch in the arm as retaliation.

Later that night, I saw the stack of mail that Matt had brought in but hadn’t gone through. I picked it up and began recycling all the junk. Then, a letter caught my attention. It was addressed to me, but had no return label. I quickly ripped the envelope open and began reading.

Grant,

Word of your and Matt’s club idea has gotten around through some mutual friends. I can’t think of a better idea, and as an entrepreneur, I would love to be involved. I’m willing to help you out financially as well as through my many contacts in the service industry. All this would come at a price, of course. I assume you have learned that business does not always take place in the boardroom. In this instance, it will be primarily taking place in the bedroom. Come and show me that you are serious about this venture and I will reward you handsomely. I have no doubt that this club will be a roaring success if we work together!

Yours truly,

Darius