The evening had been a wash. Work drinks went okay, but one at a time my coworkers had left, back to their perfectly trimmed little lives and leaving me to my own devious devices. I can’t remember how much I’d had, I was out to get fucked up and had been necking pints of beer, then wine, and had moved onto shots.
One by one the bars closed, and like a sheep I drifted along with the other scregs of the night into the last open club, a divey little basement just one step short of a strip club.
I bumped into a wild looking couple I’d shared a smoke with earlier. We got talking and laughing, and as things tend to do at that time of night, conversation quickly fell in the gutter. They told me about some niche club they’d joined for kicks, a “consensual rape club” and gave me a bracelet, which I thought was pretty funny at the time. I slipped it on as a joke and I guess I forgot about it.
Later on I went to the bar to buy some shots for my new “friends” as it seemed they were looking for a third, but my card declined. I was going to transfer some money on my phone, but the battery died. I figured that was me done for the night, so I said my goodbyes.
I remember trying to talk a taxi driver into giving me a lift home – I tried to explain that my wife would be able to pay when I got home, but he drove off swearing, so I’m not sure what I actually told him.
I lit a smoke, and bumped into my “friends” as they were leaving, they all lived in different directions so I couldn’t even bum a cab with them, and of course I was too drunk to give them my number, so that was the last I would be seeing of them I guessed.
It was about a twenty minute walk, the night was clear and not too cold, so without much thought I started moving in the general direction of home.
So I was drunk, it was way past midnight, and cutting through the local park seemed safe enough. I stumbled along the dimly lit pathway, half angry at myself for striking out with my “friends” earlier, but happy that I was still amongst it, I wasn’t sure if I still “had it” after my wife and I opened our relationship. So far she’d had all the luck, so I guess I was feeling a bit jealous.
Maybe instead I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.
Suddenly a huge shadow erupted from the bushes, and before I knew what was happening, the full weight of him was on my back, and I fell face first into the grass on the opposite side of the path.
I felt his hot breath heavy in my ears, my mind was racing. Fear and adrenaline coursed through me, I was shaking, breathing raggedly.
I didn’t have any cash on me. No phone, no way to call for help. I was sure I was going to die here.
“Make a sound and I’ll slit your fucking throat.” I thought I saw the glint of a blade reflecting the moonlight.
Then, as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw something else.
He was wearing one of those bracelets too. The same one I got from my “friends”. He was in “the club”!
Jesus fuck! I’d forgotten to take mine off!
“Please…” I whispered. “I’m not…”
“Shh!” I felt the sting of cold steel press against my neck. “Open your mouth, stay quiet.”
I forced myself to breathe more slowly. To really take stock. He’s in the club. He must be ok. It’s just a different roleplay, a fetish. It’s all cool. It’s all…
*SLAP*
The force of the blow as he slapped me hard across the cheek brought stars to my eyes, my ears started ringing.
“I said open. Your. Fucking. Mouth. Now, bitch!”
Something in me changed, whether it was some animal survival instinct or knowing this was just some elaborate roleplay, I can’t say. But I no longer felt the need to resist.
It’s cool; He’s in the club.
I opened my mouth, unsure what to expect.
Something cold, round and hard, with rubber straps. A ball gag. I felt his fingers around my mouth and hand pushing it into my face.
“Wider! Wider!”
The gag wedged in my mouth firmly, and he fixed the straps tightly. Then, swiftly, he slipped a hood over my head, and the world became black.
“Roll over. Now. Do it.” he urged.
His weight eased off my back slightly, I struggled pathetically a little bit, kicking in the grass, hoping maybe I could make a run for it, but he grabbed me hard in a chokehold. I felt the blood rushing in my head, could hear my heart pulsing.
Why am I fighting? He’s in the club.
I relaxed and gave in to him.
I’m his bitch. I want to be his bitch. This is okay.
With bear-like strength he put his arms around my waist and rolled me onto my back. His huge hands quickly unlatched my belt buckle and roughly pulled my jeans and boxer-briefs down to my ankles, cuffing my feet together.
Suddenly exposed to the cold air, I felt my dick swaying, stiffened from the sudden rush of hormones. As I lay there with my legs spread wide and my erection laid bare, I felt a sense of nervous anticipation. However drunkenly, I had signed up to this club, and suddenly felt eager to prove my worth.
Moments passed like hours as I lay anticipating the next move. Then, I heard footsteps coming close. Two, maybe three people. I remember feeling a slight disappointment, figuring that my “attacker” would be scared off, but I was surprised as the footsteps came over to us. I heard male voices talking quietly, as if I were being judged like an animal in a market.
One of them came over, this one had tough, leathery hands which gripped my throbbing cock tightly, almost painfully. Then slowly, firmly, he pumped his fist up and down, working my foreskin over my dickhead with expert care.
“Yeah, you’re a good little bitch, aint ya?” he teased, as the other men chuckled quietly. “You’re gonna do just fine. Just fine, if you do what we tell you.”
I heard him spit in his hand, and as he stroked my shaft I gasped as I felt his other hand trace over my taint, searching and spreading down toward my asshole. I jumped slightly, the sensation like nothing I’d felt before. Shivers ran across my body, and he wasn’t even inside me yet.
“Turn over sweetie. Get on all fours for us.”
I complied, like a good bitch, and heard the others walking closer.
“Yeah, stick that ass up, slut!” one said. I felt his strong hands grab my waist from behind, and I heard and felt the warm ooze of his spit sliding down my crack, and his thick, rough finger working it around the rim of my anus.
Meanwhile, hands squeezed at my body, kneading my ass, teasing my cock and balls, and slapping my face gently. Someone was unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it up and over my shoulders. I felt someone rubbing their cock over my shoulders and neck, and heard more voices from behind. How many of them were there?
I’d never been assfucked before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. When I did it with my wife I’d take time to get it in there slowly, but these men didn’t seem like the caring type, so I braced for impact. When he entered me, it hurt like hell, was beyond any pain I’d expected. He pushed forward with hard, unrelenting pressure as my sphincter resisted, until it slowly gave way. All the while I was screaming, but the gag and hood drowned me out.
He spat again on my asshole and his dick, sliding in and out of me again, my virgin hole still tight like a vice around his fat cock. His fingers dug into my sides as he began to fuck me properly, my knees burying further into the moist grass with each hammering thrust. I felt myself growing to allow him to fill me, more by force than by choice. His rhythm grew more intense, his thick cock pounded against my g-spot, my pain eventually giving way to pleasure. Even without climaxing I felt my own cum leaking from me and into waiting hands, which eagerly rubbed my juice along the length of my cock. Now I was being jack-hammered good and proper, his nails were digging into me as he grunted, then suddenly pulled out almost all the way, with a final guttural moan, he pushed himself slowly into me, throbbing and pulsing inside me. The held on tightly a few moments longer before withdrawing. I felt a warm pool of his seed leaking down over my balls.
Before I had a chance to catch my breath, I felt another pair of hands grab my waist.
As if I were a small animal, he flipped me over onto my back and, kneeling before my spread legs, ripped my jeans off and tied them around my back and around my ankles, forcing my knees to my chest. With strong hands he lifted me, ass sticking out like a human fleshlight.
I thought the last guy was big, but this guy was HUGE!
Tied up in a bundle from the waist down, I held my arms around his neck as he lifted me up and down, over and over. “Yeah, that’s it.” he moaned. “You’re a good little cumslut.”
Another pair of hands wrapped around me from behind. “Shhhhh…” it was the first guy, the one who’d gagged me. “There’s always room for one more…”
While the big man fucked me like a ragdoll, I felt a second cock pressing its way inside me. I was sure I’d tear in half. Once he was in me, I was surrounded on all sides, lifted up and down, cum still dripping down my legs from before. My cock rubbed against the chest of the big guy, and I don’t know when I started cumming or if I ever stopped, but I was screaming now pure sensations of pleasure filling my body as both men exploded inside me at once, releasing themselves into me in powerful, thrusting waves.
“That’s a good slut” one said as they let me tumble unceremoniously to the ground. I heard them doing up their zippers and a couple were walking away.
One guy remained. It was the first guy.
“Another souvenir.” he laughed darkly, ripping the bracelet from my wrist.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/g99vpq/in_the_club_mmmm_rape_tied_up