My New Hobby

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

In the summer of 2020 I ended up being double penetrated against my will. Looking back I now accept it was my fault as I unnecessarily put myself in that situation.

Now it’s become my new hobby.

I have written about the 2020 incident in my first story on here. It’s all true, although at the time I was still too disgusted and ashamed with myself to disclose every thing that happened. However with my new found interest I make a careful note of every little detail. I’m sharing my first full encounter with you now.

I discovered the idea of Consensual Non-consensual (or CNC for short) as part of me trying to figure how me being violently fucked in my ass by two Eastern European truckers at the same time made me feel violated, worthless, dirty and sexually heightened all at the same time. I struggled with these mixed emotions for a long time until I read about CNC.

The idea that someone could willingly give their consent to another person or people to be sexually violated for others pleasure just felt like the missing piece in the puzzle. I read up on how I might be able to do it in a way that still meant I was in control. I joined a few sites online but nothing came of it (feel free to suggest some in the comments) maybe because I wasn’t being explicit enough or perhaps I was too explicit in my “ask” and was scaring them away. Either way I needed to change tact if I was to finally get what I wanted.

The perfect “session” in my mind was to be abducted or dragged somewhere remote by two or more men and abused without care, for their own enjoyment. In the online forums I listed what would be ok - stripped, restraint, rabbit punched, slapped, choked, spat on, verbally abused, forced skull fucking and anal either BB or safe whatever they wanted and for however long they wanted. I was to be a willing fuck toy for people I didn’t know and with no safety net in place. Me giving full consent would give them the protection and assurance they might need to fulfill all their dark delights without fear of prosecution.

There is a large town I know 10 miles from where I live. Lots of restaurants, bars and cafes many of them close by the river bank. Down one of the quieter side roads is a well known late night bar that is frequented by students and locals alike. It’s known as the gay hang out spot. During the day it’s feels upmarket with tourists sat outside enjoying a latte or glass of wine. During the evening it takes on a very different persona. I had been there a few times but not enough to be “noticed”. I’ve watched Leary old men perving over twinks, people openly mastubating in public places, men and women fucking in the toilets and stood on so many used condoms inside and outside the venue, most of them simply discarded so the bodily fluids leaked out on to the floor.

I was interested most of all in the poorly lit car park/bin area round the side of the building. People didn’t need to pass this to enter the venue and because it was away from the main road it was fairly well tucked away. It was used for the type of activity that you can imagine but more on that later.

It felt like the perfect base to try my plan. I had written on a piece of white paper in capitals “I WILLINGLY CONSENT TO BEING USED FOR ROUGH SEX, NO LIMITS” then signed my initials and the date that I was there. I changed the date each time I went down. 

On my first night I waited until it was past 11pm, was washed and lubed up ready for action. I already picked my spot in the far corner which was the darkest area so I could see everyone but not all would spot me. I was always sober and alert but washed my mouth with whisky and spilt some on my clothes to give off the appearance of being very drunk.

I could talk at length about the weeks that went by without much happening. I was very careful not to go down every night as the staff may have noticed and my plan would have failed from the start, so I promised myself no more then two visits a week, picking different nights to avoid having a pattern that may be seen as suspicious to those working inside.

Over the course of three months I watched people having sex, people having a piss, people drunkenly asleep, taking drugs, masturbating on their own thinking no one could see them, people being sick and so much more. Often I would sit or stand with my own cock in my hands watching and wanking. 

I liken my hobby to someone that may enjoy fishing. Part of the enjoyment is playing the waiting game, never knowing what may happen. During those months it wasn’t all for nothing. Yes I had people discover me and walk away, I had people actually read the note and then walk away, I even had someone steal my note and run off laughing never to be seen again. However I also enjoyed some interesting encounters even though it wasn’t my end goal.

I sucked plenty of cock, was invited to join in with a few male couples and even serviced a TV one time. I was fucked by more guys then I can remember, sometimes by 3 or more on the same night. I must have accepted over 30 loads in that time, on my face and in my hair, in my mouth, on my chest and on my ass and so much inside me. There is something I find deeply pleasurable about being bent against a wall, the excitement of a guy undoing my belt and pulling my jeans and underwear down, the sound of them fumbling to pul out their cock out in the darkness, me not knowing if they are massive or tiny, erect or limp, bareback or safe, heavy cumbersome or not. The sounds as they stank, wheezed, grunted and moaned while they humped me, not knowing who I was or caring even what I looked like, I was just a hole for them to empty into and that was fine be me. 

I would have hours to kill, and was fast becoming a sexual deviant so most visits involved me licking their spunk of my hands, scooping it off my body and face then eating every drop and I always offered to lick their cocks clean.

Despite this it still wasn’t what I was after but it kept me coming back. 

Then late September it all worked out. 

CHAPTER TWO COMING SOON.