Coercive Control

I was awoken to an intense rapping on my front door. I was confused at first, but then I remembered Matt saying he would be stopping by this morning for a check-in. I checked my phone. 6:08AM. God, I hadn’t planned to be up until 7 at the earliest. More rapping at the door. I swung my naked body out of bed and threw on some plaid boxers and a grey tank top before answering the door.

“Howdy Grant. What the fuck are you wearing? You think you’re a straight jock or something?” Matt said as he barged through my door into the apartment. “Get those clothes the fuck off. First, I gotta inspect that crotch, I better not see a single hair.”

As I pulled my tank over my head, Matt grabbed my boxers by the sides and yanked them down, pants-ing me in my own home. My morning wood flopped out, which Matt grabbed and stroked a few times.

“Good boy, it looks nice and smooth. Bet it makes you feel like a little bitch, doesn’t it?” I blushed and nodded a little.

“Good job going to the gym last night. I set up an online account when I bought your membership that tracks your check ins, so don’t ever think about skipping or I’ll have to give you a personal workout, and trust me, it’ll be much more of a punishment than you want. Anyway, you liked the gym?”

“Yeah, it was so nice, I’ve never worked out at such a cool place. And of course, you would make me join a gay gym,” I said as I smirked, thinking about the guy who fucked me in the showers last night.

“God damn, faggot. You’re already out hunting for dick? It’s not a gay gym, boy, you’re just a bigger cockslut than you led me to believe. We’re gonna be able to fast track this training I think, you’re well on the path to being a true cumdump faggot in no time.”

I blushed and looked at my feet. I couldn’t help but feel so humiliated in this moment, even though Matt seemed so excited. Proud, maybe?

“Anyway boy, back to the matters at hand. I assume you went grocery shopping like you were told. I’m gonna go through your kitchen and double check. If you missed one fucking item or have one unauthorized item, your ass is gonna get some pretty handprints in red. Now, to keep you preoccupied while I work…”

Matt pulled a dildo out of his backpack he had on. He pulled my dining chair out and slapped the suction cup down onto the wood. The dildo was probably 8 inches long and had no balls. Next, Matt pulled out a sheet of printer paper and a pen.

“Sit down, you’re writing lines this morning.”

I spat on my hand and stroked the dildo. I hovered over it, then slowly slid my hole onto it until I was fully sitting in the chair, the entire dong in my hole. Matt leaned over me and grabbed the pen. At the top of the paper, he wrote:

I am Master Matt’s obedient faggot salve. I live to serve Him in every way possible.

He set the pen down, grinned at me, and tweaked my nipples playfully.

“100 lines, boy. That should fill about one sheet. I’ll be in the kitchen rummaging through your cabinets.”

I started writing my lines.

I am Master Matt’s obedient faggot salve. I live to serve Him in every way possible.

I am Master Matt’s obedient faggot salve. I live to serve Him in every way possible.

I am Master Matt’s obedient faggot salve. I live to serve Him in every way possible.

After writing about 40, Matt came back in to check on me. He grabbed the back of my collar and tugged so the chain choked me a little and looked over my shoulder at my paper.

“Less sloppy handwriting. Last line needs to look as good as the first. I’m off to the office. Bring your lines with you and report to me when you get in. Don’t be fucking late either. You’ve got plenty of time to finish up and get in.”

With that, he grabbed his backpack, and slammed the door shut on his way out. I continued writing my lines, focusing on my handwriting, like Matt had suggested. By the time I was done, it was 7:30. Fuck! I was gonna be late if I didn’t book it.

I stumbled into work right after 8 and walked straight to Matt’s office with my sheet of lines folded in my hand. I gave them to him, and he stared intently for a few seconds while he rubbed his bulge. I think he was counting to make sure there really were 100. After a few moments, he smirked in satisfaction, crumpled the paper, and threw it in the garbage.

“Well done boy. You meant the words as you wrote them?” I nodded. “Excellent. What are your plans tonight?”

“I don’t have any besides going to the gym for you Sir.”

“Good boy. After the gym, you’ll come straight to my place instead of going home. Understood? Good. Now get under my desk and drain these balls for me.”

After my workday was over, I headed straight for the gym. The building was pretty packed, and I scanned the locker room and weights area for my top from yesterday. I didn’t see him, and frankly, today there seemed to be a more serious bunch of people. It was fine though, I needed to get to Matt’s anyway.

When I arrived at Matt’s house, I walked up to the front door and rang the bell, but there was no answer. I rang again. No answer. I noticed a small note sticking out from under the doormat. It read:

The faggot will not enter until it has stripped its dirty workout clothes and left them on the front porch. Then it may use the unlocked door.

I looked around at Matt’s neighborhood. Luckily, he lived in a very spread-out area, so I was able to use the shrubs next to the porch to block some views as I stripped. I folded my clothes and set them aside before grabbing the door handle.

It was locked. I jiggled it and tried a few more times, growing more panicked as I was standing on the front porch bare ass naked. I re-read the note. This sadistic fucker. He must have unlocked a different door. I considered putting my clothes back on, but they needed to be on the porch. I had to run around the yard naked, I guess. Just then, I heard a car coming down the street. I dove into the bushes and hid from view for a few moments. Once the car had passed, I made a dash to the garage entry. The garage door was on the left side of the house, but still completely visible to the street. I jiggled the knob, but it was locked. I heard another car, so I ran back to the bushes to hide.

I remembered the back door being just past the fence gate. The gate was over on the left side as well, so I ran back past the garage door and tried to open the gate. Padlocked. And there was no climbing over, it was a tall wooden privacy fence. My only guess was that there would be another gate on the other side of the yard, so I ran back across the front of the house and got to another gate. This one was unlocked. I was finally safe from the view of the street. I closed the gate and walked along back of the house until I came to the back door. There was a note taped to the door.

Having fun yet, faggot?

Not in the slightest, Sir.

I used the knob and, thank God, it opened. I stepped inside and was now in Matt’s breakfast nook. On the table in front of me was the blue Daddy’s Boy jockstrap I was forced to wear a three weeks ago. There were also four leather cuffs with D-rings on them. I assumed they were for my wrists and ankles. I picked up the note Matt had left.

Put on your uniform and make your way to the basement. Door on your left.

I didn’t know Matt had a basement; he definitely hadn’t mentioned that when I was over last time. I put on my uniform. The wrist cuffs were hard to fasten but I managed. Then I made my way over to the basement door. When I opened it, I was looking down a wooden flight of stairs into an unfinished concrete room. The lights were dim. I made my way down the stairs and when I got to the bottom of the stairs, Matt jumped out of a shadow and grabbed me in a bear hug. He carried me into a room off the main basement room and threw me on a mattress.

I collected myself and looked around, first at Matt. He was shirtless but was wearing a leather harness. He wore dark wash jeans and black boots. I then looked around the room we were in. It was a sex dungeon! I was on a king-sized bed that was very comfortable, but the bed frame was the interesting part. It was made of square steel tube and included a canopy with many rings welded on for bondage attachments. While looking up at the frame, I noticed a massive mirror installed in the ceiling. The wall behind Matt was covered in kink gear. He primarily collected leather clothing it seemed, but I saw floggers and riding crops as well as a few hoods and masks. The thought of Matt using this gear on me started to turn me on, and he spotted my growing erection.

“Welcome to the dungeon, faggot. I had to make sure you were serious before I invited you down here. How’d you like your little run around the yard?” Matt chuckled.

“I thought it was cruel,” I whimpered, as my face turned red thinking about it.

“Good, and just so you know, my security cameras caught the whole thing on video. I was watching you here on my phone the whole time. Made my cock rock hard watching you panic. Anyway, want a tour of the dungeon?”

Matt grabbed my wrists and pulled me off the bed. He pushed me to the floor until I was on my knees. He grabbed my chain collar and pulled away from the bed but facing it.

“Here’s the main attraction, most of your time down here will be on that bed. Look underneath it, you’ll notice a nice little cage, not even tall enough for you to be on your hands and knees, but plenty roomy for a fag that spends the night or needs a little time out. Behind us is most of the gear. I know you want me to use it all on you, and I will in due time. You’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted with it all, but for now there’s more to see.

Matt tugged on my collar, and we walked/crawled back out into the main area of the basement. The bare concrete hurt my knees, but Matt did not seem to care.

“Here’s where I keep some of the other furniture. Sling, bench, chair, stockade, and along the wall here are some more D-rings to attach you to. Out here is where the real intense fun happens, boy.”

Matt pulled me back toward the bedroom but through a different door.

“Here’s your bathroom. I’ll let you clean up in here, but we also may get messy in here too, depends on my mood.” Matt winked. “Step in the tub.”

I crawled over the rail and sat in the tub. Matt pulled his flaccid cock out of his jeans and aimed it at my face.

“Since you’re already nasty from the gym, I figured you wouldn’t mind being a little nastier before you showered off, would you boy?” I shook my head side to side slowly, half answering his question but half trying to tell him to stop. “Oh, you’ll love it fag, or you’ll learn to at least.”

With that, Matt let out a stream of piss that hit my chest and warmed my skin as it ran down my stomach and thighs. He pissed with very little force, as if he was trying to hold it back to make this moment last as long as possible. It smelled much weaker than the other night at the bar, as if he’d chugged water in preparation for tonight. He re-aimed so the stream was hitting me right on the lips.

“Open up boy, you’re getting another taste tonight.”

I reluctantly opened my mouth and Matt’s piss quickly filled my mouth, until it was splashing out onto my body once more.

“Swallow.”

I drank the piss down and re-opened my mouth for more. Matt and I repeated this until I had swallowed six mouthfuls of piss. His bladder must have been massive. In the moment I had not realized that I had subconsciously reached for my own dick and was jerking myself off, using Matt’s piss as lube. Matt surely thought I was enjoying my drink when he saw me doing that. Matt’s stream slowed to a trickle, before he shook the last drip off the tip of his cock. He put his dick back in his jeans.

“Add your own bladder now, faggot.”

I didn’t even know I had to piss, but when I started, it seemed to go on forever. My piss was much more potent than Matt’s had been. I was dehydrated from the gym. I pissed on my chest, and thankfully, Matt didn’t make me try to swallow any of mine.

“That’s a good boy. Now get cleaned up and then report to the bedroom.”

With that, Matt turned the water on, then the showerhead. Freezing cold water rained over me and it made me yelp and jump up to turn the hot water on as Matt just chuckled and turned away, closing the door behind him. I rinsed off and used some mouthwash I found on the vanity counter before returning to the bedroom.

Matt was standing there with a leather mask in his hands when I returned. He had removed his pants and was fully erect. He told me to get on the bed on my back. He pulled the mask over my head and fastened the buckle around the neck. The mask had no eye holes, but it did have a mouth hole and two holes at my nostrils. It was kind of freaky how perfectly the mask fit my head.

Matt grabbed my wrists and used some rope to tie through the leather cuff rings and attach my arms to the bed frame. He then tied ropes off to my ankles and pulled them through rings on the bed frame so that my legs were pulled up toward and above my head, exposing my ass. He spanked my ass once, then paused for a few moments before climbing onto the bed and kneeled so his crotch was against my hole. Just then I heard buzzing. Matt answered his phone.

“I know right? How fucking hot? Yeah, I just gave him a little piss bath, and he’s about to get some daddy dick, isn’t that right, Grant? Yeah, I’ll snap a few more pics for ya. Yeah. Yeah. God you’re even more sadistic than me, haha. Okay gotta go.”

Matt hung up his cell. I wriggled around a little, and my mouth was open in shock and embarrassment. At least my face was covered, but had he taken other pictures of me and who was he sharing them with?

“Don’t get your fag panties in a bunch. It was just Bruce. I told him I was using you tonight and he wanted a few pics to jerk to tonight. You got a problem with me showing off my new boy toy?”

“No Sir, I guess not.”

“Good, now where the fuck were we?”

Matt spanked my ass again and then bent down and started rimming my hole. His tongue was getting so deep in me, and his beard felt amazing tickling my skin. Matt reached up, grabbed my nipples and pinched and played with them some. It tickled so I tried to swat his hands away, but when I pulled, I was reminded that my wrists were bound, I was fully exposed, and Matt could frankly do whatever he wanted to me.

After some more rimming, Matt got off the bed and grabbed a flogger off the wall. He dangled it over my genitals and the cool leather strips stimulated my dick, making it spasm and leak some precum. Then Matt whipped my ass with it. Hard. Over and over. At least 20 times until my skin stung and was bright red. He set the flogger down, but I asked him for more. He gave me a grin and whipped me about 20 more times. He set the flogger down again and spat on his cock.

He lined up and fucked me rough. He was laying on my body, kissing my neck and nipples. My dick was pressed between my stomach and his, and as he thrust into my hole, his belly rubbing against my dick. I screamed out in pleasure as I blew my load. Matt continued fucking and my cum worked its way all over my dick and Matt’s stomach. My dick was receiving more intense stimulation, which was making me squirm and scream like a bitch. Finally, after a few minutes, Matt pumped a load deep in my hole, before pulling out and collapsing on his back next to me.

After collecting himself, Matt untied my wrists. As he went for my ankles, he saw the cum leaking out of my ass and licked it up, before sucking on my gaping hole to get some more. He then lowered my legs and we rinsed off together in the shower, massaging each other’s bodies with hot, soapy water. Matt retrieved my clothes off the front porch, and I got dressed.

“Before you go, fag, I want you to take a look at something.”

Matt handed me his phone. A group message was open, and Matt had sent multiple photos of me to a group of buddies. That must have been why Bruce called a while ago. There was a pic of me naked on the porch, one of me in the jockstrap walking down the basement steps, and two of me tied to the bed, one before the flogging and one after. All throughout, there were comments from the other guys.

You weren’t kidding, that’s one tight piece of ass you got yourself there.

Bet those pouty lips feel great wrapped around your cock.

I can confirm he’s an expert cocksucker. (Bruce’s contribution)

Fuck yeah, make him your personal urinal next.

God he’ll just do anything you say, how’d you get so lucky finding such an obedient fag?

When are you letting us take him for a spin?

Fuck yeah whip his bitch ass till it’s black and blue.

There were nine guys in the chat, all oogling over Matt’s new boy toy. I felt humiliated, and was a little pissed that Matt was exposing me like that, but I also couldn’t help but get hard at the thought of making all these guys horny, and being able to service them… I handed Matt’s phone back to him, and he smirked at me. I smirked back. I wanted to be mad about being exposed, but I couldn’t.

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!