Coercive Control

Mmrph. Mmrph. Nnnnyung. Errrrr, mmrph.

I was back at Matt’s dungeon. It had been two days since our last session down here and Matt was really tormenting me tonight. I’m standing with my arms tied above my head, naked of course. Hooded, gagged, and receiving abuse at Matt’s hand. I had already been fucked and bred in the sex swing, which Matt sent a pic of to his buddies. Now, he was whipping my ass with the flogger from the other night. I could feel the cum leaking out of my hole and getting the flogger wet, so it splattered cum on me and around the room with every swat. Matt turned me around, so my back was against the wall, and used the flogger on my groin as well. He spun the flogger like a windmill, striking down on my soft dick, before changing directions and striking my nuts from below.

I moaned into my gag, and when Matt grabbed my nipples and twisted them hard, I moaned even louder. Then he started tickling. This may have been the worst thing he has made me endure, but Matt dug his fingers into my armpits and made me holler with laughter. I squirmed, trying to escape from my bonds and his hands. He moved down to my sides, then my thighs, and tickled them as well. I eventually had tears running down my face, I had been involuntarily squirming for so long.

Then Matt returned to torturing my balls. He grabbed them in his fist choking his index finger and thumb above my balls and pulled until they ached, and my scrotum was fully stretched. He then took his other hand and tapped my nuts until I was begging him to stop. I squirmed and felt a knot in my stomach from the pain. Matt let up after a bit, leaned into my ear and caringly said “quick break?” before I heard him walk away. He went in the direction of the bathroom, and I listened as he closed the door and took a leak. I took a few minutes to compose myself and calm down. I had sweat profusely, and it was running down my chest and back. It felt cool now, as my heart rate dropped, and a draft of basement air blew across my skin.

When Matt returned, he untied my wrists, and I shook my shoulder out. He took the gag out of my mouth then removed my hood and smiled at me.

“You’re becoming quite the pain pig, it’s impressive. You never fail to impress me when you’re fagging out though, boy.” I smiled as I panted, still catching my breath, and Matt tousled my hair some.

“Want a little pleasure to go with that pain?” Matt asked, as he motioned to the corner of the room.

I smiled, as Matt was gonna use me in the bondage chair. It was wooden, with a slender back that went straight up, about 5 feet tall. The seat of the chair was actually two pieces of wood that angled out, so as your thighs rested on them, your crotch and ass were exposed for easy access. The chair also had attachment rings for rope or cuffs so that my ankles could be fixed, and my wrists could be restrained behind my back or above my head. Matt had not used me in this chair yet, and I was super excited.

I walked hurriedly over to the chair and climbed up in it. It was harder to sit in than I expected, but I guess that made sense as it had no ass. I held myself in place as Matt tied ropes around my ankles then attached them to the chair. I attempted to kick them, but they were securely in place. Matt then had me hold my wrists behind my back. He tied a rope handcuff around my wrists, so the chairback and cuffs prevented my hands from moving forward. Then, Matt grabbed a small black box off the floor nearby. He opened it and pulled out a small black motor and put it on a stand at my feet. I was confused what this contraption was until he pulled a dildo out of the box and placed it, sticking up, on the end of the motor. He was gonna fuck me with this machine. Matt stroked the silicone dong with some lube and placed the machine under my chair.

Matt grabbed a small remote control and cranked the dial on it. The machine whirred to life. I braced myself for impact, but it didn’t come. I looked down, confused, but I was too restricted to see. Matt, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, just smiled in silence. Suddenly, I felt the tip of the dildo graze my ass cheek. The dildo was creeping much slower than I expected Matt to let it. I winced as the head of the dong popped into my hole and started carving out my guts. What the machine lacked in speed, it made up for in sheer force. The dong was not taking no for an answer and would not care if I tried to pull away or ask it to give me time to adjust. It just plowed deeper and deeper into me. I didn’t think the dildo seemed large when Matt attached it to the motor, but in my ass it felt gigantic. It pushed deeper and deeper into me, until I was sure it had to back out. It went further. Finally, the dildo began to back out. As painstakingly slowly as it entered, the dildo retracted, leaving my cavernous hole gaping and ready for another thrust.

Matt grabbed the remote and turned up the speed a little bit at a time, until I got acquainted with the rhythm of the motor on a much faster speed. Matt leaned in and whispered in my ear:

“I’ve gotta go get some work done, I’ll be back in a jiffy. You boys play nice.”

Matt playfully patted my cheek and turned toward the stairs out of the dungeon. He got to the top of the stairs and flipped the light off before closing the door on his way out.

I sat in the pitch-black darkness of the basement, no sound except the whirring of the machine and my moans and groans. I could feel my pulse in my arm muscles as they strained behind me, and the machine was pumping at the same rate as my heart into my hole. It was like I was becoming one with the machine. I could also feel the sweat dripping down my body again as I got worked up. My dick was standing at attention and a steady stream of precum was running down my shaft, balls, and dripping onto the floor forming a puddling in front of me. This precum was, of course, due to the fact that my prostate was getting annihilated non-stop. It did not take long until I could feel my balls tighten up toward my body, my cock head swelled, and I let out a few thick ropes of cum. As my dick flopped around shooting my load, some shot away from my body, and some landed on my chest and began rolling down my abs and onto my taint, lubricating the dildo for more.

I took a few deep breaths and collected myself the best I could, but the machine did not care that I had finished, it was not gonna be done with me for the foreseeable future. I knew I would be here longer, so I tried not to let myself get frustrated, which would be very easy to do now that I had cum and was less horny. Matt had not gagged me, and I considered calling out for him for a moment but knew he would not want me to disturb him, and he would be impressed if completed his task exactly as he wanted. So, I sat, and waited. Getting cored out relentlessly. It didn’t take more than 10 minutes though before I was getting hard again. Maybe another 20 before I shot my second load. Just as much cum, still spraying it all over myself and the room. More relentless fucking. 20 more minutes and my faggot dick was getting hard again.

I remembered what Matt had told me when he gave me those new supplements. They’d keep me hornier and I’d cum more too. I guess he wasn’t bullshitting me. I remained hard for a long time, and it took a lot of effort to shoot a third load, but at this point, I was determined. I focused my energy on my prostate and the head of my dick, practically willing myself to cum again. And bingo. After somewhere around 45 minutes, my third and final load of the night erupted from my dick and showered my body in seed. I slumped my body in my chair and panted in exhaustion, but I was very pleased with my anal orgasm I had just given myself.

A while later, Matt came back downstairs and flicked the lights on. It felt torturous, the sudden brightness. And it revealed my carnage. There was cum absolutely covering the floor in front of me, and my body was coated as well, but I already knew that much. Matt slowed the machine and let it retract itself before he turned it fully off. Matt bent over and looked up at me.

“That hole is WRECKED, boy. Just gaping open. Try to clench it shut.”

I did as I was told and flexed my hole, puckering it shut. But the second I stopped clenching, it opened right back up to it’s cavernous state.

“So fucking sexy, boy,” Matt said as he lightly played with my cummy nipples. “Is this one massive load?”

“Three Sir. Could have stopped at two but I knew I could shoot another if I put my mind and my hole to it.”

“Well hot damn, Grant. You never cease to impress me.”

Matt untied me and let me shower off before going home for the night. I slept like a fucking rock. The next day at work, he invited me to go out.

“What’dya say we grab a few beers again? I had so much fun the last time, and if I’m lucky this time, I’ll get as lucky as last time!” Matt chuckled, as he had conquered my hole for the first time when we went out for drinks a couple weeks back. “Saturday night? I’ll swing by your place to pick you up around 9?”

This would be fun! Matt and I had bonded quite a bit over recent weeks, and I was getting much more comfortable doing little things for him. If the worst I had to do was secretly drink a bottle of piss, it would be a pretty tame night. Long story short, it ended up not being a very tame night.

Matt picked me up on time, and when I got in the car, he threw me a small bag. In it was a thong and a crop top. He made me strip right there in the car and change my underwear and shirt. I looked ridiculous and tried to protest, but Matt insisted. We drove along and Matt blew right past the hole-in-the-wall we had gone to last time.

“Hey dumbass, you missed the turn in.” I joked.

“Not going there tonight, gotta show you a spot you never been to before.”

We parked in the garage and made our way to the street. As we walked up, I read the sign.

EVOLUTION Premier Gay Bar

Ah, well that explains the crop top.

We walked inside and the dancefloor was packed with shirtless twinks getting shit faced drunk and dancing to Ariana Grande. Along the walls were booths full of the gruffer customers, getting drunk and staring at the ass. Matt and I bought some beers and joined the booth crowd.

After 4 or 5 beers, I announced that I had to take a leak, and Matt said he did too. He grabbed our things from the booth and we headed for the men’s room. When we got there, I stood at a urinal next to Matt and pulled my dick out, but he grabbed my wrist.

“You’re my toilet tonight, boy.”

I looked around the room. There was one other guy in there at the mirror. He glanced at me and chuckled before mouthing good luck. I looked back at Matt and got down on my knees. I had drank his piss and few times now, and my gameplan was to try to drink it all, so I wouldn’t have to leave the bar covered in it. Matt had other plans.

He pulled his foreskin back and let out a heavy stream while shaking his cock around, so it was impossible for me to catch it in my mouth. Within seconds, my face, shirt, and shorts were all soaked. Matt finished quickly and zipped up.

“I’ll come get you in a bit boy, you wait right here for me. Got it?”

I couldn’t fucking believe it. He was humiliating me by making me wait in here. As Matt turned around and left, I was standing up to go hide in a stall until I could dry off, but before I could even get to my feet, another guy walked in. He was young, tall, and skinny, and wearing booty shorts and a harness.

“Oh no you don’t, I want a piece of what that guy got.”

The guy pushed me back to the ground and pulled his pants down. His cock was long and skinny, just like his body, and he let loose directly onto my face.

“Open your fucking mouth and taste me.”

I did as I was told and drank the man’s piss. I realized I had fucking come in here to piss in the first place, and hey, I was already drenched anyway. What was one more load? I pissed myself right there in my thong and jeans. You couldn’t even tell though, because I was already soaked and sitting in a puddle before I started. As the tall guy was finishing, two bears walked in and grinned at me. Tall guy hung back to watch as the bears came up and stood shoulder to shoulder as they crossed streams onto my face. I sat back and let them have at me, accepting that this was my activity for the night.

I sat on the tile beneath the urinals for a couple hours at least. All night there was a steady stream (no pun intended) of guys filtering in and out of the restroom. I swear some guys were pounding drinks just so they could come back in and use me three or four times. Some shot me judgmental stares as they used one of the toilets next to me, but most were happy to indulge me in using the human urinal. I also was growing fonder of the taste of piss. Other than a few strong loads, most guys were drinking so much that their piss was practically clear, and just tasted a little salty.

Another bear was finishing up with me when someone walked in the door and stopped.

“No fucking way, Grant?!”

I knew that voice, and it was the only other gay guy I knew. Steven from work. Of course, he would be here tonight of all night. Steven walked over to me and stood above me.

“What the fuck, man? I thought you told me you had a girlfriend. Serious, too.”

“Well not anymore… a little obvious.”

“Haha, well yeah, but most guys don’t wind up here when their girl dumps them. I ain’t complaining in the slightest though. You know, I’ve sat at my desk daydreaming about you since I started working there, and now here you’re making my dreams come true. Now open up.”

Steven whipped his dick out and my jaw dropped. He was only semi-erect from our conversation, but he was massive. He had to be 9 or 10 inches long and had a fat set of nuts to match. It almost looked comical on his small, skinny body. He was shaved smooth and stroked it a few times before releasing his stream of piss on me. His bladder was fucking massive, Jesus. He just didn’t quit.

I was completely red with embarrassment that someone I know and work with saw me like this. And not someone like Matt or Bruce, who had something to lose if our secret got out, but Steven. The fucking temp. He could humiliate me to the entire office and not lose a wink of sleep if he wanted. The thought scared me to death, but it made me pop a massive boner too. The thought of someone holding that much power over me was intense.

Finally, Steven finished pissing and put his dick back in his pants. Then he leaned over me and spat on my face.

“I’d make you blow me, but I’ve got a hot guy on the dancefloor I’m toying with. I don’t want him to get bored and find someone else to play with. Let’s pick this back up another time though, piss pig. See you on Monday!”

Steven chuckled and left the restroom. Fuck that made me horny, I had to jerk off. The second I groped myself through my jeans though, I came right into my little thong. The entire night had made me so fucking horny that I couldn’t even get a single stroke in before blowing my load. Fuck I was a horny bastard.

The rest of the evening was more of the same. I took dozens more loads of piss before I heard the last call at the bar. Fuck, it must have been so late. Why had Matt not come and gotten me? Well, I couldn’t stay here. I stood up and walked to the mirror. I looked like hell. My entire body was drenched, hair soaked and lying flat on my face. I pulled my crop top off and wrung it out in the sink before putting it back on. I did the same with my jeans. I didn’t need to be dripping a trail behind me as I left.

I needed to get all the way back out the bar, but I had to decide if I should do it now or later. I decided now would be better. More people, but the bar would still be dark, so I’d draw less attention. I made my way out and got lots of disgusted stares, cat call whistles, and crotch grabbing thrown my way. The bartender scowled at me. He must have known there was gonna be a big puddle of piss to mop up at the end of the night. Sorry…

I left the bar and walked into the adjacent parking garage up to where Matt had parked the car. When I arrived, he was leaning against the trunk eating an ice cream cone.

“Have a good time tonight, fag?”

I nodded yes and tried to hide my smile. I had a great time, honestly, but I didn’t want Matt to get too eager.

“Hey, I saw that kid who works for us in there as I was leaving. Did he happen to pay you a visit?”

“Yeah Steven. He came in toward the end of the night. Recognized me immediately.”

“Haha well damn, I bet that just made his night. Let me know if he gives you any trouble on Monday, I’ll fire his ass!” Matt winked and chuckled. “Well anyway, hop in the car, I laid a couple towels out for you, nasty little pig.”

Matt dropped me off at home and I waved goodnight as he drove off. I hopped in the shower, clothes still on to rinse them off before I even cleaned myself off. By the end of my shower, after scrubbing in steamy hot water, I still felt covered in piss. There were worse feelings in the world, though… I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

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!