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On 3/21/2021 at 2:21 PM, ronnie4u said:

I was with older guys -  having fun - drinking - smoking - getting high - seeing other older guys getting fucked - all the attention - I was leaning and having fun !

One time became several times I was the center of attention - having fun sucking while be fucked - wanting it so badly .

If I was having a GOOD time - is it still Rape ?

Depends. If you were so fucked up from your drug shit that you couldn't consent, it doesn't matter whether or not you had a "GOOD time" - you were raped. Then again if your life revolves around using chemical substances to fuck yourself up, I guess adding a little rape on top of it doesn't really matter.

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I have been raped by a best friend when i was a teen and then later when I started my first job I actually worked there till I was in my late twenties, and there at that job the men often for their entertainment would rape me and make me work nude, i would feel very humiliated and embarrassed being totally nude in front of all those men, althought they saw me naked every day taking a shower but being raped and being physically watched with the purpose of looking at my butt hole and getting hard with erections looking at me and enjoying me nude was both embarrassing and humiliating but i can say I trully enjoyed that feeling, it makes me feel sexually wanted and desired although at the time I was hating it and even disgusted with the situation, but looking back i can only say i wish i was raped more often and wish someone would rape me now! I trully love the feeling of being naked and having men enjoying me and abusing me totally.

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1 hour ago, mikeboi1 said:

but looking back i can only say i wish i was raped more often and wish someone would rape me now! I trully love the feeling of being naked and having men enjoying me and abusing me totally.

If you want it, it is not rape, by definition. Q.E.D.

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The experiences of rape in my youth,  I have to admit i did hate the rape situation but loved the Adrenaline rush I had the struggling of rape against my will and struggling, and being over powered, the feeling of losing control the feeling of forceably having my clothes removed against my will, now I crave it, crave that forced sex, that Adrenaline of rouch sex. Perhaps its not rape any more if one desires it, but i desire that same sensation, perhaps im craving that same Adrenaline rush of struggling and men over powring me, its perhaps what i love about being fucked, and enhance i also love being fucked by bigger and stronger men then me. Getting fucked only hurts, and i can be walking around with a sore ass after it and certainly there is no pleasure in that, but that Adrenaline and brutal force of being handled and forced fucked is at least for me what gives me pleasure and even excites me at the thought of it. Perhaps the cheer feeling of being under a men full control and allowing him to do as he pleases with me is what excites me.

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2 hours ago, mikeboi1 said:

The experiences of rape in my youth,  I have to admit i did hate the rape situation but loved the Adrenaline rush I had the struggling of rape against my will and struggling, and being over powered, the feeling of losing control the feeling of forceably having my clothes removed against my will, now I crave it, crave that forced sex, that Adrenaline of rouch sex. Perhaps its not rape any more if one desires it, but i desire that same sensation, perhaps im craving that same Adrenaline rush of struggling and men over powring me, its perhaps what i love about being fucked, and enhance i also love being fucked by bigger and stronger men then me. Getting fucked only hurts, and i can be walking around with a sore ass after it and certainly there is no pleasure in that, but that Adrenaline and brutal force of being handled and forced fucked is at least for me what gives me pleasure and even excites me at the thought of it. Perhaps the cheer feeling of being under a men full control and allowing him to do as he pleases with me is what excites me.

I can fully relate to these feelings. Sometimes when I remember I feel all of the fear combined with the sexual energy.  I would get emotional and horny at the same time. When it happened to me I clearly didn’t want it but now I like being manhandled and roughed up. I still haven’t been able to make sense of it but relieved to know I am not the only one with these types of feelings.

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According to the legal definition in English law yes; but I prefer to think of it as part of the sexual abuse that took place for around 6 years as a pre-teen and teen.  To me rape is something I can't really accept happened to me...  The perpetrator was my cousin.

It's left me very wary of sub stuff even with my boyfriend - I just can't trust anyone that implicitly; and I can't successfully do Dom stuff as I need to check with person throughout whatever we're doing breaking the mood.

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I haven't been raped as such but I did have an incident with a guy that was pretty forceful. Luckily it struck the balance of being real use of force (enough to probably count as some kind of minor sexual assault, albeit not legally) but not being traumatic to the point where thinking about it now turns me on, even though at the time it was unpleasant.

 

Long story short, there's some half spun guy in my flat just kind of randomly, I had been told to make sure he didn't steal anything or die, so I messaged him on machobb to tell him to let me know if he needed anything. A few messages went back and forth and I went to his room. I ask him if he was into fisting, he said no. He had a massive dick though. It was an ok thickness but about 25 cm long. At the start it was alright but he was speeding up too quickly and I was telling him to take it a bit slower. After a few times of that I was getting sick of things and although I didn't say it directly, I signalled to stop and tried to sort of get up. He obviously understood because his response was to pin me down and tell me he wouldn't stop until he came. So I tried to make him cum as fast as possible, which only took a few more minutes. I did comment afterwards that his dick was extremely long for me. He said "you're the one that said you're into fisting" - I was just like, yeah, I can take the width of a fist, but I don't get much further than the wrist. When I went to the toilet to let his cum out there was a fair bit of blood (not pouring or anything...) so my pain wasn't imaginary. I think the issue was partly that his dick was unusually hard for one of its size (at least in my experience more volume = less rigid)

 

I imagine some of you can see how this turns into a more erotic than traumatic memory. I'm thankful for that. It's probably also worth noting that I'm not at *all* into any sort of bdsm, apart from the bugchasing and fisting I'm quite vanilla.

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On 3/23/2021 at 11:27 AM, Blatinobttm said:

I can fully relate to these feelings. Sometimes when I remember I feel all of the fear combined with the sexual energy.  I would get emotional and horny at the same time. When it happened to me I clearly didn’t want it but now I like being manhandled and roughed up. I still haven’t been able to make sense of it but relieved to know I am not the only one with these types of feelings.

Certainly these feelings are strange, I had  a few years ago also a man who i went to his home and he directs me to take a shower, but no towel, nothing so im naked in his home while he is at the computer, tell him I am showered he directs me to go to another room, were I wait cold shivering wet, when he eventually comes he as me lay on a bed stomach down then he blindfolds me and puts his cock in my mouth but i was also so discusted in that his cock clearly smelled dirty from pre cum in which it was clear he had jerked himself off and had orgasms and had cum all over his cock and tells me he saved his dirty cock for me to suck it. At that moment being blindfolded sucking a dirty cock not knowing what he is going to do with me I am both horny but yet full of fear and suspense and this adrenaline rush of fear and it seems its what I trive and really love. I was discusted with the filty dirty cock and fear of him as he was both verbably abusive, but after I went home was still discusted withe event but a few days later I was craving that dirty cock again, craving that fear and adrenaline rush of suspense and brutal rude behavior as if craved it.

Now I crave the humiliation, rough sex, dirty verbal abuse and all that degrades a person and reduces one to a bare animal and is treated as a slave. those desires make me desire and trive on such humiliation, sometimes i wonder if its becuase im a timid shy person and now i have gone totally opposite and desire all that one for pleasure.

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On 3/14/2021 at 7:26 PM, Phallarchist said:

There's no contradiction. You have a right to enjoy being violated and otherwise choose how you react.

I agree.  It's what makes this thread more uplifting than you'd expect. Being slightly pedantic, you can "want it" but still be raped -  for the same reason a burglar who steals things you were planning to throw out still commits theft.

Best of all is the idea there might be rapes where intentions were to cause distress and pain but it was actually enjoyed. Talk about backfiring - and unlike the burglary, it clearly does actually happen sometimes.

(btw coincidentally going back to my earlier comment about jury service, one of my regulars told me after he fucked me bb that he's been selected for jury service (actually he asked me to guess what letter he had got from the court ). Either that or it's a sign ...

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I was fifteen. I had just started talking to a guy I met in high school who was gay and he ended up introducing me to one of his “friends” named John. John was a nurse in his thirties. We talked for quite a bit before he suggested meeting up signed up to volunteer at Shiloh nursery one weekend when they were hosting Halloween pumpkin patch event and he showed up. We hit it off and later that night he texted me around 11pm and asked if I wanted to hang out. I ended up sneaking out of the house (through my bedroom window) and he picked me up at the end of the block. On the drive to his place I was nervous as fuck as I hadn’t done anything previously and we didn’t say anything but during the drive he put his hand on my thigh and starting rubbing in between shifting (he had a six speed Honda Civic) and eventually started groping/massaging my junk.
 

When we got to his apartment I followed him inside and he had  a porno on and he sat on the sofa and patted the spot where he wanted me to sit. I sat down and we sat in silence watching the porn and after about ten minutes he started feeling me up and I was too nervous to do anything but my body was very much reacting. He took my hand and placed it under his scrubs so it was resting on his dick. I instinctively started to fondle/jerk him and after a few minutes he took his arm and placed it around my neck and pushed me between his knees. He lifted himself up and pulled his scrubs down and without having to be prodded I sucked my first dick.  I’ll never forget his scent of that sensation. He didn’t give me much time to learn the ropes until he took control of the situation and it went from a blow job to a face fucking situation (I didn’t mind). While this was happening he took his foot and occasionally rubbed my dick which sent me right to the edge. After about half an hour of me sucking him he pulled my head up by my hair out of his crotch and literally dick walked me down the hallway to his room (literally grabbed my dick and walked me down the hallway) to his spare room and I remember thinking that was so odd.

 

When we got to the spare room he told me to strip so I did. He sat on the edge of the bed and I gave him a blowjob for a few more minutes until he got up and kind of tossed me halfway on the bed so my butt was at the edge and my legs were dangling to the floor. He lubed up his finger and penetrated me. I was not a fan of this (still can’t stand being fingered to this day). He got two fingers in and I was in a fair amount of discomfort but I was so turned out that I asked him to fuck me. I heard him wrap up and he pushed me into the bed and he lubed up his sheathed dick and rubbed it up and down my ass crack. Then he pushed in, not just the tip but he practically bottomed out in me.  Needless to say it was excruciating. I asked him to stop and any arousal I had vanished. He didn’t say anything but he put his arm against the back of my head and pushed it deeper into the bed and he just went to town on my ass. I kept saying no and I was tearing up and I struggled to get up but he forced me down. I kept telling him no, I didn’t want this and he slapped my ass and didn’t say anything. At that point I just stopped resisting. At some point he flipped me over and I remember so vividly just staring at the ceiling and counting all the bumps (it was a stucco ceiling). When he was close he pulled out, kneeled over me and jerked off until he gave me a pretty thorough facial. He went to the bathroom, came back to the room, motioned to my clothes and told me to get dressed and I did. I wanted to go to the bathroom to clean my face off but he said no and used his fingers to swipe his cum off my face and fed it to me. 
 

The ride home was identical to the ride to his place where nothing was said between us. 
 

I have mixed feelings about this encounter but he really played a pivotal role in how my sexual identity developed. He was my first and I had a deep longing for him, and honestly, still do. For the next three years whenever he needed to get off he’d text me and arrange a time to pick me up. When I got my drivers license he’d have me come over after school. We rarely talked, it wasn’t that kind of “relationship.” I knew what I was to him. John said he was a total top, he didn’t suck dick and he didn’t bottom. He never made any attempt to get me off and never touched my dick outside of that first night. 

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On 3/14/2021 at 12:11 AM, subBottomKink said:

I had my drink spiked at a bar once. I threw a lot of it up on the floor and got kicked out (I suspect it was G). I don’t remember anything for a while then. Next thing I woke up a couple of times in various parts of the local sauna, different guys fucking me raw each time. One of them whispered “Do you want AIDS?” in my ear, before I blacked out again. I was on my back in missionary taking his cock, but I’ve no idea what he even looked like, the memory is so blurred.  This was before I was on PrEP. I went on PEP afterwards and I didn’t get AIDS, HIV or anything else.

I’ve often wondered could what happened to me that night be considered rape? It certainly wasn’t consensual sex, because I didn’t know what I was doing. Then again, I managed to walk to a sauna, pay in, get undressed, and go cruising. I presume I was clearly out of it on drugs, but guys go there like that all the time. Fucking me while I was unconscious is rape, I guess.

I’ve no idea how many men fucked me while I was unconscious that night. I do know when I finally woke up in a sling and stayed awake, I willingly took loads more cock and got bred a bunch of times. The whole thing is a hot as fuck memory for me and was very self affirming for me as a slut. I don’t feel in any way violated. It feels right and natural that this happened. Obviously other people will have had far more traumatic experiences and I’m not condoning rape. But if this was rape (and it probably was), yes, I’m glad I was raped that night.

I actually posted a topic here asking about being fucked unconscious on drugs before. I’d totally forgotten it had happened to me already.

That's hot

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I was molested by my uncle for four years from 10-14 .. I slept over his house one night and he had a friend over I pretended I was asleep on the couch while they were fucking. Afterword his friend came out and sat in the edge of the couch watching tv for quite a while that night, he finally went to sleep in the quest room. He was a big biker who was in the outlaws so he was very intimidating, and so was my uncle. My uncle left for work early in the morning and I just assumed his friend did to. I woke up around 10am to hear him cooking in the kitchen. I slept naked so when I got up to use the bathroom I covered with a blanket and went in. I came out in boxers and walked to the kitchen and made small talk. He said to me, ‘if I weren’t here would you walk around naked’ I told him I usually do. I really wasn’t interested in him sexually, I thought so I kept my shorts on. I figured he would make his breakfast and go.. he told me to take my boxers off ,it was natural. Already knowing the game I told him no, and please lock the door when he leaves. I went into my uncles room and crawled into his bed and fell asleep. I woke up startled as I found a big cock in my face.. he jumped on the bed as I tried to get away , he reached over to the bedroom door and locked it, and said ‘ there the doors locked.. i struggled as he straddled my torso , holding me down. I fried flipping over on my belly and throwing him off the bed.. we were wrestling and I flipped over to my belly and he jumped back on top of me, I felt his arm around my neck as I passed out from him chocking me . When I came to, I heard his voice and he said’ you could have made this easy, instead you made me do this. I started crying as he buried his cock hard in me, fucking me and telling me that the next time I’ll take it without fighting. He continued to do this for over a year.. sometimes I fought but mostly I gave in because it was easier. My uncle knew and would tell me his friend is coming over to watch me while he went out. I told him I didn’t like his friend watching me, but he shrugged it off and said he had no choice.. he once left me three days with him because he said he needed a break.

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On 2/24/2021 at 12:34 AM, BreedingTop71 said:

I get it. I understand why you feel this way. Problem is that as adults it is a very fine line between what is illegal behavior and not. The consensual non-consensual is a thing but it must be agreed upon. 

In today's world we have grown with many rules, laws that require of us strict behavior, however when i was a teen such could happen and as a young teen, would i go and tell anyone i was raped? to do such would be humiliating and embarrassing in that era there were yet private schools where children were abused and no one heard of it. At least no one spoke out. i have to admit my first rapes were humiliating, and i struggled to resist and felt shame, humiliation, but with time it grew on me with acceptance and with time it became normal and even more the words that  where told me by my dominant men that you are a sissy bitch, you were born to give men pleasure and i became acceptant of it and now love it, so much so that i crave it and desire for a man to rape me and be aggressive sex. like everything in life its addictive, just like gambling, drinking, smoking and all other routines we become acceptantive of it and even addicted to it. so I would assume that if one would to research it it would be found being gay, submissive is an acceptance that we submissive  bottoms have taken it was not by choice but imposed on us by those dominant alpha males who looked upon us and saw us as weak,  feminine looking and perhaps even girly looking. so society places on us the role of being females to those men who seek easy sex and a male whore is the perfect quick fix and easy fuck.

yes at first i looked it with shame disgust, but now i look back with pleasure, and experience of my life that i have accepted as part of life and grown to accept it. yes i am a man whore, men look to me as easy, a piece of ass to fuck. I moan with every stroke of mans cock as he penetrates me with pain but my pain is a form of pleasure for him and i have accepted that pain is part of pleasure and accepted that i gain pleasure by hurting. i have had orgams being fucked. and i now i crave a man cock because i have come to accept that i am perhaps more female than male and it's my role to pleasure men. Although i may have balls and cock i do enjoy looking sexy for a man wearing something sexy and even showing him my pussy hole that he can fuck, and i am nothing more than a sissy fuck whore for men to have an orgasm when ever he needs it.

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On 1/25/2021 at 7:18 AM, blkboibtm said:

I have been five times (real rape not play rape)

2x I have  been date raped (not partin and passed out), Went out on dates woke up the next day obviously been raped, I wasn't out so didn't report and told a friend really discouraged me from telling anyone (the first time), 2nd time same scenario and didn't report again.

2x forced

1x non consent train (was seeing a suspect dealer whom I had been trading sex for supplies showed up one time and he had four friends , one thing led to another and it was implied if I didn't give up to  the others I was gonna get fucked up)

 

 

  On 1/25/2021 at 9:40 AM, wonderfulwoof said:

pulled my jeans down spit on my hole n his dick blew a load in my ass

 

 

Yeah, i love this way...love to be raped...all these Rape Episodes...I love it....i dun mind

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I am probably going to get a lot of negative response and probably some positive responses for what I am about to say here. This subject is like a 2 sided coin do I believe everyone who has been raped asked for it or wanted it to happen absolutely not but there are a few that do and the reason I say that is because I have been been on both sides.

When I was in my mid to late teens I was raped by 2 older guys and as much I fought and said no it meant nothing to them, they did what they did because they wanted to and no matter what I did or say they were not going to stop til they were done

 The 2nd time I was raped it was the same scenario that always played over and over in my head( did I want it to happen right there and then NO.) The scenario that always played in my head more planned out and it was to be played out with someone I could trust. 

The second time when it happened I was over a friend's friends house there was a lot of drinking and drugs. I am not much of a drinker and at that time I wasn't into any drugs I may have had 2 or 3 beers tops as the day went on I started to feel a buzz coming on but I knew my surroundings and was very well aware what was going on around me. My friend told me he was going to give someone a ride home and he would be back shortly so I said no problem( I was 32 years old) everyone was pretty much gone home there was probably about 8 guys still hanging around and they all seemed to be good friends as they hung around in a circle laughing and talking but they were definitely drunk. I was sitting on this short leather couch when I noticed them looking over at me and whispering to each other 2 of the guys started to walk my way and they sat on either side of me causing me to move in the middle of them. 

They asked me where my friend went I said he run to the store real quick he should be back any minute but for some reason I didn't think they believed me. Then out of no where the guy on my left side looked at his friend and shook his head as the guy on my right side started to push my head down towards the guy on my left side I started to push my head up when the guy started to undo his shorts and when he pulled his cock out I pushed back even harder as this guys cock wasn't even hard but he was big and thick but as much as I tried to push my head back the guy had a better position than I did plus he was stronger than I was so he just pushed my head down even harder to my mouth was touching the head of the guys cock they said this can go either way for you. You can just open your mouth and let me fuck your mouth or my friend here will just keep pushing down on your head( just as he said that his friend pushed on my head) and I could feel my mouth being forced over the head of the guys cock so I just opened my mouth and for the next hour or so those 8 guys raped me. As much as I tried to fight them but it was an act on my part because once they started it I didn't want them to stop. I do not condone anyone raping anyone but there are guys out there that do want it to happen

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