Coercive Control

I found myself getting into a new routine over the next week or so. My post-workout morning showers now included playing with my hole, I’d try to get to work a little bit earlier, in case Matt wanted anything from his fag instead of his paralegal. Sometimes that consisted of a blowjob, or a new pair of underwear I was assigned for that day. I'd spend my day trying to be as productive as possible and would check in at the end of the day for anything else Matt might want. The entire next week went pretty smoothly, and I was feeling good about juggling everything.

The only area I was lacking was with Amy. I was usually staying later at work, so she would have left for her night shifts before I arrived home. We were not eating together, out sleep schedules were off, and we were just talking less in general.

The following Friday everything came to a head. Amy got home from her shift as I was eating breakfast. I wished her good morning, but she scowled and walked right past me into the bedroom. A bit later, she emerged with something in her hand. IT was the panties I had worn for Matt. I Had forgotten to wash them and put them back in her drawer.

“Why the fuck are you stealing my underwear, Grant? And why is there a fucking stain in them like you were jerking off in them?”

I just sat there speechless. I couldn’t even think of an excuse. At least she didn’t accuse me of wearing them.

“I know you’re cheating too. You came in last Thursday reeking of sweat and sex. I don’t know who the fuck she is, but I hope you’re getting whatever the fuck you want out of it. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now, and I’m just done with you. Expect to come home to an empty apartment tonight.”

With that, Amy threw the dirty panties at my face at went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t tell her the truth. She would either not believe me or be fucking disgusted with me. I figured I would just let her calm down and talk to her later.

I went to work and headed straight for Matt’s office, but he wasn’t in there. On my way to my desk, I could see he was in a meeting in our boss Bruce’s office. I’d just check in with him later. I tried to call Amy around 10 AM and again at 1 PM. She didn’t answer either time.

Matt did not ask for much today, and nothing sexual. He seemed distracted, so I just gave him some space. I was focusing on Amy and work anyway, so I was thankful. At around 3, Steven cornered me in the breakroom.

“I caught a bit of what Mr. Anderson and Mr. Warner were discussing this morning. I wouldn’t have paid it any mind, but I heard your name come up. They sounded pretty heated. What’d you do, huh?”

My heart sank. Matt must have told Bruce about my mistake for some reason. Or Bruce found out some other way and knew Matt was keeping it from him. I thanked Steven for letting me know and hurried back to my desk. As if today wasn’t already bad enough.

An hour or so later I got up to go ask Matt about it. I figured it was at least a shot and I needed to ease my mind. I went back to his office, but he wasn’t in there. I paged up to the receptionist to ask if he had stepped out, but she said he was still in with Bruce, but she would let them know. I didn’t want her to disturb them for me, but a few seconds later, they paged me in Matt’s office.

“Mr. Collins, why don’t you come on over to my office? Matt’s in here with me discussing a few things.”

I was terrified. Bruce rarely needed to talk to any of the paralegals, but maybe all of this was completely innocent... I stepped inside Bruce’s office and closed the door behind me.

“Take a seat young man. I want you to know that you have no reason to be nervous, but you do have some explaining to do.”

I re-hashed the entire past couple weeks to Mr. Warner, minus a few of the more embarrassing details. I glossed over the jerking off in the bathroom, and the begging Matt to fuck my faggot ass. He listened intently, with little to no reaction throughout it all. Finally, when I was finished, Bruce spoke.

“You see, young man, I of course would never have accused you of spilling the beans and losing us the Lucero account without any hard evidence, but the way you suddenly clung to Matt here was suspicious to me. So, I waited, and I watched, the two of you work. It did not take long for me to figure out that you were guilty, and Matt had lied to me about it to spare you. But I’m in a forgiving mood today. The partners have all been working extra hard to make up for your mistake and it seems like you have been receiving quite the punishment as well. Matt has vouched for your feelings of guilt and told me what he’s had you endure.”

“Thank you, Sir, that really means…”

“But! I do not think it’s fair that I, myself, have been slighted and Matt has been the arbiter of punishment, so we have been discussing the situation and have come to an agreement. If you want to keep your job here, your role at the firm is going to be altered slightly. You will still be a paralegal, and still have all your previous duties. But you will also be personal assistant to Matt and myself. Think of it as promotion, you can even brag about it to all your friends in the bull pen. Sadly, we do not have the budget to increase your salary, but I think you’ll find the perks to be well worth it. Let's start with your first one now. Matt tells me you gave up your fag pussy to him the other night, and although I’m jealous that he got to be the first to slide into your warm, tight, hole, I think giving me a piece now would be the least you could do, after what you’ve put the company through.”

I stared at Mr. Warner in shock. For one, I thought for sure I would be fired if he ever found out. Second, I did not like the sound of this promotion. It seemed like more of a continued punishment, but what choice did I have? First Amy turns my home life upside down and now my work life was changing too? It would be fun to find out what Bruce was packing, though…

“Yes Sir I agree,” I said, as I got out of my chair and knelt at his feet. My face was inches away from his growing bulge. I smiled shyly, but this was no longer my first time, and I was aiming to impress.

“Alright then faggot, get to work then,” Bruce said as he leaned back on his desk.

I reached up and started undoing his pants. I pulled them to his ankles and pressed my face into his meaty bulge. I inhaled, smelling an intense amount of musk. Mr. Warner was much hairier than Matt, he was more of a beefy bear type. I rubbed his thick thighs as I massaged his cock and balls through his underwear with my mouth. Finally, I pulled his underwear down and let his cock flop onto my face. I looked him in the eyes and smiled.

“So fucking huge Sir,” I whispered as I grabbed Bruce’s cock and started stroking. It was bigger than Matt’s, maybe 9 inches long, and I could barely get my hand wrapped all the way around it, it was so thick. I put it in my mouth and started blowing him, making sure to get it extra slobbery so I could use that as lube to jerk it off at the same time. At this point, Matt was getting jealous, and he took his pants off, grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. I was in a faggot’s paradise.

I alternated sucking both the men’s cocks while I jerked them both off. Matt played with and pulled my hair while Bruce was more focused on tweaking my nipples. I had a huge boner as well, but not enough hands to worry about mine right now.

Matt told me to get up and he bent me over Bruce’s desk. He moved around to my mouth so I could continue sucking him off while Bruce lined up to utterly wreck my ass. His cock was nice and slick, but he spit on my hole for good measure. He then thrust in quickly, much rougher than Matt had been. He was definitely exploring new depths of my ass that had not been touched before. He had grabbed me by the hips and was thrusting as hard as he could. I could feel the cool metal of his wedding ring on my waist, and I wondered if his wife knew he had a thing for tight boy holes. I couldn’t care less though honestly; my cheeks were clapping on his waist, and I was moaning like a little bitch in heat.

Matt took his cock out of my mouth and slapped it across my face a few times. He pushed Bruce out of the way and slid into my gaping hole. He pounded me with the same force that Bruce had, as if he was trying to be as much an alpha as his boss. Matt’s cock couldn’t be beat. It was slightly smaller than Bruce’s but was the perfect length and curve to grind against my prostate as he fucked me, and he was going to town on my hole.

Bruce sat down in his chair and stroked his cock. He motioned for me to come blow him, so I got down on my knees and swallowed his meat. Matt followed me down to the floor and kept plowing my hole. I reached down to stroke my dick as well, but had to stop after just a few seconds, or I would have blown my load immediately.

Bruce shot his load first. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and aimed it right at me. I opened my mouth which did not matter because his entire load coated my hair and forehead, before dripping down my cheeks and jawbone. Matt saw that Bruce had shot and he grabbed a fist full of my cummy hair and pushed as hard as he could into my hole, pumping his seed in me just like he had bred me last week. I reached down and made myself cum as well.

As Matt pulled out, I licked some dribbles of cum off Bruce’s shaft and balls. I could feel Matt’s cum leaking out of my hole already. Matt grabbed my undershirt off the floor and used it to wipe himself up. He tossed it to Bruce who did the same and tossed it back. Matt stood me up on my feet and wiped the cum off my face and handed it to me.

“Thanks for the cumrag kid, you didn’t want one of us to have to use ours did ya? Now don’t forget the carpet or Frank’ll be pissed he’s gotta clean your mess up and wasn’t invited.”

I finished cleaning up what I could and noticed I still had some of Bruce’s load in my hair. I went to wipe it away, but Matt reached for it first. He ran his fingers through my hair, working them cum deeper in.

“If anyone asks just say your new hair gel is shitty.” Both men chuckled as I turned beet red.

Matt finished getting dressed first and headed out. I started to dress myself as well, cummy undershirt and all. By the time I finished dressing, Bruce was gathered and sitting back at his desk.

“Keep putting in work like that kid,” Bruce said, “and I don’t think we will have any problems around here with you. Oh, and I was serious about your new assignment. Matt will fill you in on the rest of the details on Monday. Enjoy your weekend kid, you’ve definitely earned it.”

I beamed with pride and was honestly excited to talk to Matt about how well things went with Bruce. If the worst I have to do is drain his balls I’m much happier to oblige to that than the alternative of being fired. I finished collecting myself and left Bruce’s office. I got a few looks from some co-workers; I think they all expected me to have gotten fired. I didn’t hear any talk that afternoon that anyone suspected the truth.

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