Coercive Control

I started my morning like a normal Saturday. Did my workout, showered, breakfast. I made sure not to wake Amy, as she was resting until she needed to go in for her night shift. I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell her I had to go into work so I just left a note on the fridge. While I was eating, I got a text from Matt.

“See you in a bit. I accidentally left your jockstrap at home, you better pick something out yourself. It’s gotta show as much ass as possible though boy. Don’t disappoint.”

Well shit. For one, I thought we needed to work today, not fool around with underwear. Amy would be pissed if she knew I was going in on the weekend for something unimportant let alone to let my boss treat me like a fag. Second, I was wearing boxers. I didn’t own a jockstrap or thong or anything skimpy.

What was I gonna do? What if I just ignored it or pretended that I didn’t see the text? What if I just wore some briefs and let him be angry? That probably wasn’t a good idea. Then it hit me. He knew I lived with Amy. I’m sure he wanted me to raid her underwear drawer. God.

I got up form the breakfast table and snuck back into the bedroom. Amy was still sound asleep. I crept to her dresser and slowly opened the top drawer. I tried to pick the biggest pair I could find but they were all so tiny. I heard Amy stir so I just grabbed a pair and went into the bathroom.

I don’t know if I could have picked worse. I held the panties up in the mirror. A tiny, lacy, black thong. It was hardly any fabric at all. I took my pants and underwear off and slipped the panties on. Looking in the mirror, I blushed. I looked ridiculous. My dick was barely held in place, my nuts hung out either side, and when I turned around, the fabric was riding up in my ass, so my cheeks were fully hanging out. How did women do it all day every day?

I put my clothes back on, stuffed my underwear I had taken off back in my dresser, and headed to the office. When I arrived, I saw Matt’s car parked in the driveway, so he must have gotten in already. When I walked through the door, I saw he was just a bit further down the hall. I probably would have beaten him if he hadn’t stalled me with my underwear situation. I followed Matt to his office.

“Good morning, Matt! Shall we get started?” I asked.

“Good morning, Grant. We should. First order of business though, I believe you have something to show me.”

“Yes” I said, blushing. I turned to shut the office door.

“No, no. We’re the only ones here. Why would you feel the need to shut the door?”

“It just makes me nervous Matt. Makes me feel extra exposed.”

“Well, I’d like you to start feeling more comfortable, so leaving the door open will help with that. There’s nobody else here, not even the janitors, so there’s nothing to be worried about.”

I sighed and turned back to face Matt. He looked at me, right in the eyes, waiting for me to strip for him. I gave him a nervous smile then unbuttoned my pants. I pulled them down to my knees, exposing Amy’s lace panties. Matt chuckled, which made me turn red and cover myself with my hands.

“You know Grant, I assumed you had a jockstrap of your own, but even if you didn’t, I assumed your instinct would be to go commando, not to make yourself a sissy fag for me. Pretty telling you’d rather play dress up in your girlfriend’s clothes than be naked for me. I’ll have to keep that in mind.

I felt like an idiot. Of course, I should have just not worn anything.

“Turn around, lets see that ass, boy. And go ahead and just take those pants off for now.”

I kicked my pants off and turned around so Matt could see my ass getting wedgied by these panties.

“Hmm, I was half hoping my spank from yesterday would have left a little welt, how long did my hand print stay last night, fag?”

“I don’t know, Matt.”

“You mean you don’t know, Sir?”

“Uh yes Sir, I don’t know, Sir.”

“Well I guess you’re just gonna need some harder spanking in the future. No time for that now, though. Go get us some coffee’s and we can start prepping for the meeting on Monday.” I started to put my pants back on before going to the break room. “No, no boy, remember I said you’re gonna get comfortable being exposed today. What’s a quick trip to the break room to pour some coffee gonna hurt?” I hesitated for a bit, being nervous. “Have you already forgotten who’s in charge boy? You obey me, you answer to me, unless you want me letting your secret slip.”

My head sunk and all I could muster was a “Yes Sir,” before turning and sprint walking, pantsless, to the break room for coffees. When I returned, Matt smirked at me (as if he was pleased with himself, not so much pleased with me) but let me put my clothes back on and we banged out a surprising amount of work for a few hours’ time. We got a lot done in less time than I expected, which was a relief.

“Do you think we will have wrapped up by 3? I might be able to catch Amy before she heads into work,” I asked eventually.

“Not quite sure, does she expect you to be home?”

“I didn’t know how long we would be so I didn’t tell her a time, I just left her a note.”

Matt chuckled. “Raided her underwear drawer and bailed on her with a note. I’d be surprised if she even wanted to see you before work! Kidding, of course.” He smiled and winked at me.

“Uh… well just let me know. You’re the boss, uh, Sir.”

“How about this, Grant? There’s a bit more work to be done but I don’t want Amy to hate you so I’ll let you duck out. But first, you’ve gotta do one more thing for me.” Matt leaned back in his chair and I could see his hand resting quite close to his growing bulge.

“Do you want another hand job Sir, like in the bathroom? I don’t really know if…”

“If you can? I know you can jerk me off, fag. I also know you’re willing to play dress up for me and flash your bulge at your desk and run around the office in panties. I’m not interested in all that right now though because I already know you can and will do that for me. I want to know more though. What’s the furthest you’ve gone with men?”

“Uh I’ve only been with Amy Sir,” I lied.

“Bullshit. Every young jock fag like you has gotten curious, let himself get drunk, let himself fool around with other drunk guys, and then you all got to pretend you didn’t remember last night. But you do remember, and when someone sticks their dick under a bathroom stall wall for you to stroke, that curiosity comes back and you crave more, don’t you fag?”

I was so entranced by Matt’s words I didn’t even notice I was leaking precum through my pants at the thought of it all. Everything he had just said was true.

“I knew it, I’m good at reading people, Grant, and right now I’m reading that you want to get on your knees and suck my fat cock, don’t you boy?”

I didn’t even say yes, I just dropped to my knees at Matt’s feet and looked up at him. It’s like he had me hypnotized. I was giving him puppy dog eyes and an open mouth that was saying “use me, Sir.”

And he used me all right. Matt took his pants off, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into his crotch until my nose was nestled between his balls and thigh.

“Take a whiff, and then get those balls wet, fag.”

I breathed in deep, and the endorphins took control of me. I started lapping at and sucking his fat balls. They were massive, and I just knew they were gonna give me a massive load. Matt took my shift off and tweaked and rubbed my nipples as I continued licking him. He then grabbed my hair and pulled me off his balls. I thought I was going to get put on his cock next, but instead he pushed me down.

“Get these shoes off and worship my feet, boy. They’re in need of a deep tongue bath.”

I did just as he said. I unlaced his shoes and pulled his socks off. He lifted his feet up and pressed them into my face as I stuck my tongue out. I may have fooled around with friends in college, but never like this. This was something entirely new to me, but my hard dick was telling me I was in love with whatever it was.

I continued my foot worship for a while, and Matt jerked himself off while watching me. Finally, he pulled his feet away and it was time for me to suck his cock. I was eager to impress. I came back up and grabbed it with one hand while I leaned in and stuck my tongue under his foreskin. I pulled my hand down to reveal more of his head while I swirled my tongue around, tasting all the precum he had leaked during my foot worship.

I continued working his head and stroking him until he took his hand and pressed it on the back of my head. I was being forced to take the length of him into my mouth and down my throat. I tried my best to swallow that cock, but he is massive, and I started gagging on it. Matt eased up but then grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my face. I Just kept my mouth open for him to use.

“I’m gonna fucking blow, boy” he moaned. “And you’re gonna fucking swallow every drop.” I moaned in approval until I felt thick, hot ropes of cum hitting the back of my throat. I coughed and pulled away and the next five ropes of cum landed on my face and in my hair.

Matt smiled and playfully slapped my cheek. He then took his finger and scooped some cum off my cheekbone. “I said you’re gonna swallow, faggot.” I sucked the load off his fingers and then he had me lick his cock clean as well. I did, in fact, swallow every drop of his load.

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!