NSFW. 50 Shades of Celibacy. [MF] [Parody] [Voyeurism] [Nonconsensual] [Serial]

*Previous installments of this story can be viewed in my profile. This is a 50 shades of Grey parody.

*Previously: After Ana has an inappropriately sexual dream about the tech support guy who fixed her laptop a few days ago, and screams out his name in the night, Christian is furious with her; he’s seen it all on the webcam set up to surveil her while he’s away. He accepts her explanation that she doesn’t remember what she was dreaming about, but ignores her in retaliation.*

*In this chapter, Ana tries to find the right words to express her own unexplored desires in a story of her own, after she reviews a book manuscript which is everything she never wanted to read about sex from a male POV.*

**Warnings: NSFW. Crude language, ableist language, misogyny, manipulation, voyeurism, non-consensual sex and sexual coercion.**

##SIX

Late that night, alone, while Christian was working in his office, ignoring me yet again, I found myself bored with my own work, longing for something better than the drivel I was currently reading. I set the manuscript aside and glanced at the pile of other documents I’d brought home with me, sighing at the title of the topmost one: Song of the Seaman, it read. Please let that not be a terrible pun, I thought to myself. the genre was flagged as “romance,” which did not bode well for these hopes.

NSFW. Fanfic: 50 Shades of Celibacy. [M] [F] [parody] [voyeurism] [cuckoldry]

*Anastasia Steele, tiring of constant submission after five years with Christian Grey, finds herself lured into erotic conversations with another man: the shy and virginal tech support guy.*

## Content warning for the prologue:

**NSFW. This excerpt contains coarse language; graphic descriptions of male anatomy, sexual violence and physical punishment; and misogynistic viewpoints. In case these warnings aren’t sufficient to indicate the nature of this tale, it is best categorized as erotica, however warped and comedic, so bear that in mind.**

# PROLOGUE

“COPE!” He shouted, glaring at me across the desk. “You don’t understand – this isn’t fun for me. I don’t enjoy this like you think I do. This is all just one giant fucking *cope.* If I can’t ever have a woman, at least I can watch Chad fuck you.”

“Then why do you do this, if it’s not really what you want?” I asked the man, who was glaring at me furiously, his chest heaving with the effort these words had required from him. He pinched his lips together, and drew his brows towards each other in hostility.