Coercive Control

“Grant! My office, now,” Matt said as he briskly walked past my desk. I jumped right up, and power walked following him. It was 8:15AM on Thursday, and my week had been pretty normal since Matt’s after-hours spanking and fingering session with the janitor earlier this week. I had a sinking feeling, that was not the case today though.

“Good morning, Grant, how’s daddy’s boy this morning?”

“Uh, good Sir. I was just writing up your correspondences and,”

“Ah,” Matt held up his hand. “I’m in a good mood this morning, don’t ruin it with bullshit work talk. I got you a little gift to show my appreciation. You handled your little spanking session well, and you were good about having two men molesting you at the same time. You’re a natural at this, fag.”

“I didn’t, it didn’t come very natural to me Sir,” I stammered.

“Deny it all you want, kid, but that massive load you shot right here says it all. I ought to make you climb back up here for more, but I’ve got tot head out to a meeting soon, so that’ll have to wait. In the meantime, your hole needs some more attention, which brings me to the gift.”

Matt reached in his briefcase and pulled out a little black sex toy.

“Ever used a butt plug? This one vibrates, and not just that, but I’ve got a little app on my phone so I can control the vibrations for you. Neat huh? Now bend over and spread those cheeks.”

I did as I was told and exposed my hole for Matt. He put a little lube on the toy and pushed it into my tight hole. It was definitely thicker than the fingers he had opened me up with the other day, but right when I thought it was gonna be too thick, it popped the rest of the way in and my hole clenched around the skinnier stem. It was locked in place and not going anywhere.

“Good boy, good boy,” Matt encouraged. “Now, lets see if I can get this vibe to work. Here’s level 1.”

The plug came to life and started massaging my prostate, very gently. It honestly felt pretty good. Matt continued to count up and turn the vibe up. By the time I was at level 6 my dick was leaking precum and I was starting to whimper. I was going to have to really focus on controlling myself.

“You’re dismissed, faggot.” Matt said, as he turned the vibrator back down a few levels.

As I was walking back to my desk, though, he gave me a quick 30 second burst of something super intense, I’m assuming it was the max level. It made my knees buckle as I walked, and I had to play it off like I had just tripped. I had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

Throughout the rest of my day, the plug was off for the most part, but about once an hour, Matt would spend 10 or 15 minutes playing around with different intensities and patterns. After a few hours, my hole was exhausted, but I just tried to keep my mind off it and power through the pain. I couldn’t focus too much on the pleasure, either, though because a wet spot of pre cum was starting to show through my pants. I spent the afternoon practically glued to my desk so nobody would see.

At the end of the day, I went back to Matt.

“How was your day, boy? Your hole nice and tired?”

“Uh, yeah it definitely has been through it today, Sir.”

“Good boy, seems like you enjoyed it quite a bit from the looks of your soaked undies. Let’s get it out and give your hole a rest. Fuck your hole looks so puffy and pink. Anyway, I figured now that’s we’ve been getting to know each other, we should grab a few beers on our way home tonight.”

Oh God, I thought. What could he possibly have in mind tormenting me in a bar?

“None of this butt plug or anything like that, just some bro time. Not too big of a fag for that are ya?”

I agreed and tried to believe Matt that we we’re really just gonna be hanging out, but I had my doubts. After work, we headed to a spot downtown that he picked out. It was a dark, grimy hole-in-the-wall type bar. It ended up being a pretty fun time, though, and we downed a few beers each.

“Thanks for coming out, Grant, this has been fun. I gotta take a leak then I’ll get next round.”

He grabbed his phone, empty glass, and headed toward the bar and restrooms. A few minutes later, he returned with two beers for us.

“Cheers to tonight, and to our new roles at work. I think we’ve adjusted quickly, don’t you?”

I nodded and raised my beer to my lips, but as I took a sip, I knew it was not beer that Matt had handed me. He was staring intently, waiting to see what I would do. I started to set the glass back down, pleading him with my eyes to not play these games and make me drink his piss. Matt put his hand on my knee and squeezed hard.

“You’re not gonna insult me by refusing my toast, are you boy? I got you a drink and it’s just good manners that you’ll drink it for me.”

I waited, staring at him in silence, but he just stared right back. It was like a game of chicken. Finally, I cracked. If I had been sober, I know I would have just told Matt to fuck off, but my inhibitions were down, so I raised the glass of piss to my lips and took a small sip.

“Atta boy, I think you’ll find it easier if you just guzzle it all down in one go. There you go, good job,” Matt encouraged.

“That was fucking awful,” I coughed up a little. “I’m not doing that again.”

“Whatever you say, you don’t make that call though. How about another normal round?”

We drank a few more beers each, and finally we agreed to call it a night. Matt offered to call me an uber, so I gave him my address to plug in. When the car showed up though, he got in with me. The driver confirmed his name and address, not mine. Fucking hell. I tried to get out but was too tipsy and sleepy to do much of anything. I stared out the window as we drove, and once we got to Matt’s house, he opened up my door and I stepped out.

“Very funny, Matt. I’m gonna call myself a ride home now.” I reached for my pocket to grab my phone but Matt must have taken it while we were in the car.

“I’ll let you call your ride, but you gotta come in and have a night cap with me first. Deal?”

I agreed to play along with his game to get my phone back and followed Matt inside. His house was beautiful, but modest for a lawyer. He had a great big living area and entertaining space attached to his kitchen. In the backyard, he had a pool and hot tub, and a small path that led to a walking trail. His house was out in a suburb, so the neighborhood was very spread out. Matt sat me down in the living room and left to fix me a drink.

“You like the bachelor pad? Beats living in an apartment in the city I bet,” Matt bragged.

He handed me my drink and sat in the lounge chair across from me. We made small talk for a bit, almost like our situation was normal, but he brought us back to reality.

“So,” Matt reached into his pocket and pulled out the vibrator he had used on me. “How’d you like your little toy I got you? Does your hole feel fine now or are you sore?”

“Not actually sore at all, I don’t think.”

“Good boy. Let’s see if it’s still nice, pink and puffy. Get down on your hands and knees in front of me and present that boy pussy.”

“Sir, you told me I was just having a drink then going home. I can’t…”

“You can and you will, faggot. Now get the fuck on the ground or I’ll come over there and force you down.”

I did as I was told. I pulled my pants down to my knees and knelt on the ground.

“No, no boy. Fully nude.”

I sighed and took my clothes completely off. I hadn’t realized how cold it was in here. My nipples perked up and started feeling sensitive. Matt used his foot to push my ass cheeks apart so he could see my hole.

“Good boy, looks like and tight again. Let’s change that though.”

Matt spat on my hole and started fingering me again. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back closer to him. He rammed his fingers into me until I was moaning like a bitch. He worked my hole for a few minutes until he pulled away and stood up.

“I never got to finish my house tour boy, how about I show you the bedroom?”

“Yes Sir please,” I begged. I needed to shoot this load he had been working up in me all day, and I was too tipsy to care about arguing with him.

Matt grabbed a fist full of my hair and tugged at it as he walked, and I crawled, up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom. When we were inside, he picked me up and threw me on the king size bed. I laid on my back and looked up at him as he climbed on top of me and grabbed my wrists. He pinned me down to the mattress, I couldn’t have gotten away from him if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

“Fuck me Sir,” I moaned like a little bitch.

“I thought you’d never fucking ask,” Matt grinned as he slapped my face.

He put his knees between my thighs and pushed them apart, exposing my hole for him. He then spat in his hand and stroked his massive cock to get it slick. He lined it up and pressed it against me but didn’t enter me yet.

“Here it is, fag. Your one chance to tell me no. Tell me to stop. You haven’t told me to yet over this past week but if I get in that tight little hole, there’s no going back. I’ll take your virginity, breed you deep, and you’ll be my faggot slave. Or you can get dressed, walk out of here, and resign on Monday, no questions asked, no hard feelings.”

“Just shut up and rail me already,” I begged. I was so horny that I hadn’t even processed I had just been given an out by my blackmailer. I had forgotten that’s what all this had been about. That I hadn’t wanted all this. But I didn’t care anymore. I needed to know what Matt felt like plowing my ass. And boy did he.

Matt grinned and slid his cock in my hole. Slowly, but forcefully. He was grabbing me by my ankles and rocking back and forth, in and out of me. It felt like heaven. His cock was perfectly ramming into my prostate, and I was forming a puddle of precum on my stomach. He started picking up the pace and fucking me deeper and rougher. He pulled out and flipped me over on my stomach.

“Get on your hands and knees. Doggy style is faggot 101 and you’re gonna be an expert if I have anything to say about it. Arch your fucking back.”

Matt pressed down on my lower back with one hand and grabbed a fist full of my thigh with his other. He fucked me even harder in this position. He alternated between pulling my hair and reaching down to jerk me off, but he was fucking me so hard that I couldn’t jerk myself off or I’d lose balance.

He flipped me back onto my back and told me to hold my ankles up. I did as I was told, presenting my now sloppy gaping hole to his fat alpha cock. He put his hands around my neck and choked me as he fucked me, putting more and more weight on my throat, the longer he fucked and closer to cumming he got. Finally, I could barely breathe at all. I was just about to try to push him off of me when he let out a loud, low, moan and pushed as deep as he fucking could into my hole. I could feel his cock throbbing as he dumped his seed in me, and all of it turned me on so much that my dick jumped up and shot a load without me even stroking it.

“Good boy… tighten that hole around Master’s cock…”

Matt pulled out slowly and grabbed a small towel from his nightstand. He wiped up my load that was on my stomach before toweling off his cock as well.

“Nice work kid, how’s it feel knowing that you’re officially my little bitch?”

 I just grinned and panted as the sweat rolled down my face.

“Now how about I give you your phone back so you can head home? Gotta rest that hole up, you never know when I’m gonna want more.”

I got dressed and headed home. By the time I got in, Amy was already asleep, so I quietly slipped into bed without waking her. I was tired too, so I drifted off to sleep with the thought of Matt on top of me in my dreams, while feeling his load still inside me.

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!