Coercive Control

I spent my weekend not doing much of anything. I tried calling Amy a few more times to mend things, but she had not been bluffing about moving. When I got home on Friday, she had packed up and gone. I assume she went to stay with her sister across town for the time being, but in all honesty, I couldn’t be bothered enough to chase after her. I noticed she left the panties she had thrown at me. They were still sitting at the breakfast table. I won’t ever know if she genuinely forgot them, or if she was so disgusted with me that she couldn’t bear to keep them.

Come Sunday afternoon, I started moving things around the apartment as it was now my bachelor pad. Nothing major, but I filled out the closet and dresser with more of my clothes, and I rearranged the TV so that there wouldn’t be any glare from the window. Amy always said it looked weird how I wanted to set it up, but I didn’t care about it looking weird, I was all about function.

On Monday morning, while I was eating breakfast, I got an email from Bruce. He must have gotten into the office early. He was telling me I was getting to sit in on a conference call with him today! I was told to head straight to his office when I arrived.

When I got to work, I grabbed a coffee and headed right into Bruce’s office.

“Good morning, Grant.”

“Good morning, Bruce, who is the conference call with today?”

“It’s with Garrett and Kim’s teams, but don’t worry about that. You’re here to give me one of those blowjobs you’re so talented at. My wife didn’t put out all weekend and my morning wood was killing me when I woke up.”

“Sir, is that a good idea during your meeting?”

“I’ll be muted most of the time anyway, and you’ll be able to keep quiet. You wouldn’t want to embarrass me on my call, would you? Meeting starts soon, betting get under my desk, son.”

I crawled down into the foot space of Bruce’s desk and got his cock out. He logged into his call and chit chatted with whoever else was on the call waiting while I slowly stroked him off. Once the call started, he muted himself, grabbed my hair to pull me in, and whispered,

“Get to work faggot.”

I started blowing his fat cock, trying to be discreet but still giving him pleasure. I honestly wanted this to be over quickly, I didn’t think it was a good idea for him to be on camera receiving oral from his paralegal, but it’s his image, not mine, and he’s in charge. I sucked and stroked and sucked and stroked. Eventually, I could tell Bruce was getting close because he had to grab me by the hair and pull me off his cock. He was trying to make this last longer. This continued for the rest of the meeting, I would work his cock for a few minutes then he would pull me off and make me take a break for a minute. Finally, after what had to have been almost an hour, the meeting was wrapping up. Bruce pulled me back onto his cock and as I sucked, he released a huge load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop. His cum tasted much sweeter than Matt’s, it was honestly something I think I might end up craving (if Bruce is lucky).

As he shot his load, Bruce did not get verbal like he had last Friday. This time, since he was still on camera, he stayed dead focused and it would have been impossible to know he was shooting a fat load down a fag throat. I was impressed, I can only imagine how ugly my orgasm face is.

“Thanks guys, talk to you soon, thank you, bye,” Bruce hung up the call. “Fuuuck nice work kid, you really had me going. It’s a good thing I wasn’t in charge of meeting minutes because I wasn’t paying attention at all.”

“I’m happy to help, Sir. Thanks for feeding me that load.”

“Fag likes his breakfast sausage, huh? I’ll have to keep that in mind. Well Matt is probably pissed that I kept you from him this morning, I’m sure he’s eager to tell you all about your new position and responsibilities. Why don’t you go see him now? Thanks again, son.”

I headed straight for Matt’s office. When I got there, he wished me good morning and had me sit down across from him.

“Good morning, Grant. Bruce and I wrote up a little outline for your new duties and such, but I’ll go through them with you now as well. First and foremost, this is all obviously on the down low. As far as anyone outside this room is concerned, you are getting a professional promotion to Associate. Your duties of paralegal will be largely the same, but you will also be spending more time with Bruce, myself and the other partners. Obviously, you will be helping with actual cases and getting valuable experience, but your main goal is keeping Bruce and myself happy.”

“Yes, Sir that all makes sense so far.”

“Good boy. Next order of business is your uniform.” Matt pulled out a small length of chain from his desk drawer and placed it in front of me. It was made of thin steel links that were each an oval of about one inch in length. He also pulled a small padlock out. “Read what the lock says.”

FAGGOT GRANT COLLINS, PROPERTY OF MASTER MATT ANDERSON

Today’s date was engraved below.

“You’ll wear this collar under any circumstances unless I tell you otherwise. You will not be allowed to take it off outside of work, or when you sleep. Every time you feel the weight of this collar, you’ll remember your obedience to me. Understood? Good.”

With that, Matt stood up and draped the collar over my neck. He placed the padlock through the chain links and clicked it shut.

“I tried to choose a chain that was discreet enough that you would not have any trouble here at work or otherwise, but it may be more visible when you’re in t-shirts and such. Speaking of, here’s a membership card to the gym down the street. Bruce and I agreed that your build is nice and toned but could be improved. More muscle definition, and bigger in general. Your home workouts were not cutting it for us, and we want you to be more of a complete muscle jock faggot. I can make you a workout regime if you need it.”

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded yes, I might as well. I was actually grateful for the gym membership; I had always been too cheap to splurge on one myself.

“A few more items. I like the length of your hair, as you can tell by me using it as my handle when I fuck you, but the pubes need trimmed. Your body hair is blond and sparse, so I don’t really care about that, but your pubes are bushier and darker, so you’re getting rid of them. I expect that done by tomorrow morning. And along with that gym membership I mentioned earlier, you are going to be on a stricter diet. Here’s a shopping list. I’ll be coming over tomorrow to make sure you’ve stocked your kitchen with these items and nothing more. You’re not going to run on junk food under my care. I also took the liberty to get you a few of the supplements that you will be taking daily from now on.”

Matt pulled out from under his desk a protein powder, a fiber powder, and a few bottles and packs of different pills and vitamins.

“Protein for bulking. Fiber and PrEP are a fag’s best friend. The rest are zinc, pygeum, lecithin, and arginine. These will keep you hornier and with fuller balls. You’ll shoot loads more often and larger volume too, not that you have any issue in that department. Any questions?”

I stared at the items on the desk while I played with the lock on my chain, thinking about how largely different this routine was becoming from what I had been used to just three weeks ago. I was nervous, but extremely excited at the same time.

That night, I took the stuff from Matt’s office home with me and read through the grocery list and workout plan in more detail. I cleaned out my kitchen and went to the grocery store to stock up on all the healthy foods that Matt had planned out for me, and then I got changed and went to try out the new gym.

I drove to the gym and walked inside. It was very bright and clean, the guys had not bought me into a cheap dingy gym, which I appreciated. I told the girl at the counter it was my first time in, so she gave me a tour of the facilities. Massive weights and cardio rooms, spaces for classes, a lap pool, basketball and tennis courts out back, and a huge locker room with attached sauna. I was so excited!

After the tour, I started my workout and followed Matt’s leg day routine. It didn’t take long for a guy to catch my eye. He was watching me in the mirror as I did my squats. I’m sure Matt picked leg day so I could introduce myself to the gym bros properly as a fag. The guy made eye contact with me a few times throughout the evening, but never approached me. He was always on some machine close by, though. I checked him out a little bit too. He was in a blue tank with tight grey shorts on. He was much beefier than me, but definitely shorter. His muscles were glistening with sweat as he flexed them, I’m sure he was showing off for me at this point. Eventually though, he must have finished up because I didn’t see him anymore. It was fun to feel like I was on display like that, though.

When I had finished my workout, I headed back toward the locker rooms. I stopped at the water fountain for a drink, and as I bent over to sip, out of nowhere the blue tank top guy came up behind me and groped my ass. I shot up and made eye contact as he walked into the locker room. He silently nodded his head for me to come with him. I followed him into the locker room, and he immediately peeled off his clothes and threw them in his locker. I watched as he stood there in his underwear, fat bulge pointed at me. His arms and legs were super buff, and his chest and abs were extremely sculpted. He was still sweaty, and it was just rolling down his hairless torso. He winked at me before stripping his underwear off and revealing his cock to me. It was bigger than mine, but shorter and girthier than Matt’s. I returned the favor with a strip show of my own, but when my underwear came off, I turned around so he could see my ass instead of my dick. Of course, my collar also stayed on.

The guy grinned and nodded his head toward the showers. We climbed in one of the stalls together and I started kissing his neck and chest.

“So tell me about this collar you’ve got on, bro. I could tell you were a fag right when you walked in, but the collar popping out of your tee sealed the deal for me. You got a boyfriend?”

“Uh not exactly,” I said between licking on his pecs. “More of a dom than a boyfriend, it’s complicated.”

“Say no more, I care less about what’s around your neck and more about what’s down here.”

The stud reached down between my legs and ran his fingers through my ass crack. As we made out, he inserted one, then two, then three fingers into my hole. He was gonna make sure that one last tight muscle of mine got a workout before I went home.

The guy turned me around and I leaned my chest on the cold tile. He then lifted my right leg with his hand and used his other hand to guide his cock to my hole. A combination of hot water and fingering got me plenty warmed up that he just went balls deep immediately. He thrusted at a steady, rhythmic pace and panted heavily in my ear, which he was nibbling on. It was only a few minutes before he picked up the pace because he was about to breed me.

I braced myself with both hands on the tile wall, arched my back as much as I could, and pushed hard against his hips as he thrust into me and bred me. He leaned his bodyweight on me and breathed heavy in my ear. I felt his fingers reach for my hole and he stuck them back in. Right when he did, my body released the cum he had just given me back into his hand. He brought his hand up to my face and smeared his load across my cheek and down my neck.

“Thanks pretty boy, I sure hope you plan on being a regular.” The stud stepped out of the shower and made his way back to his locker.

I most definitely did plan on becoming a regular if every workout would include one of those.

I finished rinsing off but took a proper shower once I got home. I remembered the last task Matt had given me. I needed to shave my pubes for him. I knew he would strip me down tomorrow morning, so I Needed to be ready. I grabbed my razer and stepped in the shower.

I hadn’t shaved my pubes since high school swim team qualified for state. It felt weird, I had grown quite a bit of bush down there. Once I finished, I stepped out and toweled the fog off the mirror to get a good look. It was definitely… different. It somehow made me look much more submissive, but maybe that was all the collar’s work. I wasn’t in love, but I didn’t hate the smooth feeling either. It didn’t really matter how I felt though, Master’s wish was my command.

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!