Have you ever been raped?

[Edinjo62]

Have you ever been raped? I did when I was 28 years old. I was sitting late at night, in the company of three friends, in a remote cafe in a famous tourist town. I was dressed in shorts and a plain cotton T-shirt. There were four men sitting at the next table, obviously bandits in appearance and demeanor. I noticed that they were undressing me, but as there were people in the cafe, I did not expect any problems. Then one of them got up and just grabbed me and dragged me to the juke box, where the other two grabbed me and picked me up on it. With strong moves, they tore my shorts and T-shirt and I was completely naked. The two who held me on the jukebox lifted and spread my legs, and the third pushed his dick hard and without any preparation straight into my asshole. I felt a strong pain, as if it would tear me apart. Luckily he ejaculated quickly into me and his cum and asshole water eased the pain. The others fucked me one by one and ejaculated into me, and each subsequent penetration was more comfortable, because I relaxed a little, and my ass was getting better lubricated. No one dared to help me during the rape because the men were strong and dangerous. When everyone was satisfied, they left laughing, leaving me completely naked, without clothes in the cafe. Luckily, one waiter lent me his shorts and T-shirt, so I could go back to camp, where I was staying with friends, who felt very uncomfortable because they didn’t dare help me. 

The experience was quite embarrassing, due to the helplessness I felt as they held me and did with me what they wanted. It’s always been easy for me to let someone fuck me, I was often fucked on the gang bang by people I didn’t even see who they were, but it was non-violent. This was quite different and also very painful during the first penetration of my ass.

[ronnie4u]

Think I have several times - becoming a standard with me - single guy / average with a nice hot butt - started early with my mother and father - sexual freedom . Then , going to gay bars - chatting - drinking - smoking - having fun and making friends .

One of the he / girl - cross dresser - came up to me - chatting - smoking - drinking - having fun . We went out side - she offered and sharing /smoking a joint .

Later on , she invited me to her apartment - having fun - she having fun with my body - maybe transforming - smoking a joint again .

Soon , we were almost naked - knock on the door - open up - guys rushing in - having fun - she taking control of me - party thins .

Soon , I was naked sucking dicks - getting high - weed and poppers - I was being fucked - she was the Master of control .

Must of been 3 or 4 guys breeding me - think I passed out - soon waking up Sunday morning - she was fixing breakfast .

Drinking spiked orange juice - we were relaxing - she was playing with me - smoking weed and putting on some makeup / sexy underwear .

Soon , a few guys showed up - she taking control of the party - soon I was being forced of somewhat sucking cocks / being fucked - even she gotten into fucking me - is this Rape ?

[gingerdaddyG]

A number of years ago I got a text message from a semi regular fb late one night asking me to come and fuck him (I was vers back then). Being younger and continually horny I agreed and jumped in the car. He was in bed when I arrived, I stripped off and got in beside him, cock hard and ready to go, when he grabbed me, flipped me over and force fucked me even although I said no and tried to get up. Shot his load in me quickly and told me to get out. Don’t know if it was technically rape as I was there for sex in the first place. I only saw him once after that in a 4-way. 

[iman2004]

No. Thankfully, not. One of my mates was and he converted from it. He has been a mental mess ever since. It might be a bit of a wet dream for some guys but the reality of it is a world of pain and hurt.

[NorfolkUK]

Yes. I used to go cruising a lot when i was 18-21. When I was 19, I went one day as usual, only ever to suck as many cocks as possible, and maybe top on the rare occasion.

One guy, mid 40s, suggested we go to a slightly more secluded area of the woods. I was sucking him and really enjoying it, thinking he’d cum in my mouth like all the others. But he then picked me up, turned me around and pushed me so I was leaning on a tree. I then felt his huge cock rubbing my hole, which had only been fucked twice before.

I told him no. I said I was far too tight and it’d never get in. Then he just pushed so hard, and in it went. It hurt so much, with only my spit for lube. I was just in shock and pretty much paralysed. Then he started thrusting really hard, and the pain eased. It took him no more than a minute to cum and flood my ass. He remarked how I was his tightest ever fuck, he laughed a little after it was done, then walked off and left me standing there in shock half naked.

I was in pain for days afterwards. Walking, sitting, bending - anything was agony. But I still really enjoyed it. Technically it was rape, but it still turns me on so much.

[DarkroomTaker]

Although I started early and not a stranger to being fucked, even in a gangbang or Darkroom which I know the drill.

Yes I was raped many years ago, even regards to above, I was raped, I said no to these two blokes, who made me feel uncomfortable, I felt scared for some reason, I felt if I went to their house, I would not live to tell the tale, seriously, they spooked me.

Anyway, they waited for me in a carpark, battered me and both fucked me.

I needed some stitches in my ass and a couple above my eye and my nose reset, it was broken.

I can say That I rarely say no, unless I am spooked by something and I was, but did live to tell the tale, but way to scared to report it.

[hntnhole]

Nope.  Never have experienced that.  I'm sorry to know you guys had to go through that violation.  I've had unwelcome advances, of course, but it never got out of hand. I've never forced myself on another guy either - the whole thing is a wretched, evil concept. 

[valldelxeno]

No, thankfully not, although I do feel weirdly like the odd one out of gay guys. And I have a bit of survivor's guilt. 

I was once technically sexually assaulted but I don't count it because, firstly, it was about as minor as it can get and still technically count, and secondly, because I actually jack off to this memory every now and then...like it really didn't impact me at all. I was in a bad mood for all of about half an hour afterwards and then it turned into an erotic memory. 

Basically the guy had a really, really long dick and wouldn't stop fucking really hard and deep. It was too deep for me and was becoming painful so I tried to get him to stop. He told me he wouldn't stop until he came. So I tried to make him cum as quickly as possible, he came in maybe about 3 minutes. See I was like clenching and releasing on his dick, which he clearly liked, and afterwards he commented that until I did that my hole was a bit loose for him. That turned me on too because he wasn't lacking in girth either (although it was mainly long) 

So yeah, as far as borderline-sexual assault experiences go, not bad.

There was blood afterwards though, I wasn't just being a wimp complaining that it was hurting. 

[BBottomSD619]

Yes. 

[PigBoyDallas]

I’m ashamed to admit it but I’ve been raped twice. The first time was at a park I’d go to where guys hung out looking for sex. I was a teen and went into the woods with this taller skinny white boy a few years older than me. He’d showed his big cock and I was down for fucking and followed him deeper in the woods. I was still pretty nervous about guys barebacking me anon and asked him to wrap. He said we should start out raw and he’d put one on as he got close. He was fucking me pretty rough and I asked him to be more gentle and he laughed. I was up against this big piece of concrete bent over and he pulled one arm behind my back and started fucking me even harder saying I was going to take his cum and that I’d better not cry out. I told him he was hurting me and to stop. I guess he thought I was joking or it was some kind of role play as he laughed and started calling me all kinds of horrible things, saying he knew I wanted his cum in me. I told him I wasn’t joking and begged him to please stop me to pull out. I was crying and sobbing and he pulled my arm up harder and told me to stop or he’d hurt me or kill me. I tried to calm myself as much as I could and came inside me and kept stroking. I told him he got what he wanted and begged him to stop and let me go but he kept laughing saying he knew I was a slut and a whore and wanted it this way, that I took loads raw all the time, and I was going to take his, just like the other guys who fucked me. I was crying saying it wasn’t true and he told me to beg for his cum and he kept pulling my arm and demanding it. I gave in and started saying what he wanted, I just wanted it to stop but knew it wouldn’t until he came again. I just gave in and let him do what he wanted. Finally he came inside me again and pulled out. I stayed there bent over the concrete crying softly and he said for me not to turn to face him and that he was going to leave. He said if I said anything to anyone he’d kill me, and proceeded to grab my clothes. He pulled out my wallet, cell phone, and keys and threw the keys and phone at me, took a photo of what I presume was my drivers license and then threw the wallet at me. He said he now knew my name and address, and if I caused any problems he’d make sure I’d pay for it. He then left with my clothes, leaving me naked except for my keys and wallet. I was totally humiliated and scared. I pulled myself together and made my way back to where I’d parked and got back in the car. I messaged a bud explaining I’d had a weird situation and needed to borrow some clothes from him. Thankfully he understood the situation sand I was able to get home so as not to raise suspicions with my parents.

The second time was a hookup off Kik about a year later. The guy was a hot Latino, mid-20s who was hosting at a motel in our area that a lot of people use for hook ups and to take hustlers/escorts/prostitutes to. My instincts said this could be trouble but he said he was down to fuck and get fucked, had weed and other stuff if I wanted any and rather than trust my instincts went to go check it out. He was everything he said and we smoked a few bowls and started messing around. He’d talked me into getting my hands tied and not long after I started feeling weird and realized he must have spiked the beer he’d given me. We played around a bit and I heard a knock at the door and he let three other guys come in. I was wondering what was going on and almost as soon as they came in they started stripping down. The guy who’d enticed me to come over said I was going to service them all and if I made any noise he was going to kill me. They all proceeded to force me to suck them and began raping me, one after the other. None used a condo and they all came inside me. I slowly began to lose alertness and couldn’t suck cock, so they stuffed a hand towel in my mouth and continued to rape me. As they finished, they’d leave and some new guys would appear. I guess the guy that lured me in was messaging guys to come use me. Some pretty much raped me, but even if gentle it wasn’t consensual. I finally passed out. When I woke up they were all gone. I gathered my stuff and fled. I’ve never told anyone about either of these things as I’m so ashamed.

[Jimmi]

2 hours ago, PigBoyDallas said:

I’m ashamed to admit it but I’ve been raped twice. The first time was at a park I’d go to where guys hung out looking for sex. I was a teen and went into the woods with this taller skinny white boy a few years older than me. He’d showed his big cock and I was down for fucking and followed him deeper in the woods. I was still pretty nervous about guys barebacking me anon and asked him to wrap. He said we should start out raw and he’d put one on as he got close. He was fucking me pretty rough and I asked him to be more gentle and he laughed. I was up against this big piece of concrete bent over and he pulled one arm behind my back and started fucking me even harder saying I was going to take his cum and that I’d better not cry out. I told him he was hurting me and to stop. I guess he thought I was joking or it was some kind of role play as he laughed and started calling me all kinds of horrible things, saying he knew I wanted his cum in me. I told him I wasn’t joking and begged him to please stop me to pull out. I was crying and sobbing and he pulled my arm up harder and told me to stop or he’d hurt me or kill me. I tried to calm myself as much as I could and came inside me and kept stroking. I told him he got what he wanted and begged him to stop and let me go but he kept laughing saying he knew I was a slut and a whore and wanted it this way, that I took loads raw all the time, and I was going to take his, just like the other guys who fucked me. I was crying saying it wasn’t true and he told me to beg for his cum and he kept pulling my arm and demanding it. I gave in and started saying what he wanted, I just wanted it to stop but knew it wouldn’t until he came again. I just gave in and let him do what he wanted. Finally he came inside me again and pulled out. I stayed there bent over the concrete crying softly and he said for me not to turn to face him and that he was going to leave. He said if I said anything to anyone he’d kill me, and proceeded to grab my clothes. He pulled out my wallet, cell phone, and keys and threw the keys and phone at me, took a photo of what I presume was my drivers license and then threw the wallet at me. He said he now knew my name and address, and if I caused any problems he’d make sure I’d pay for it. He then left with my clothes, leaving me naked except for my keys and wallet. I was totally humiliated and scared. I pulled myself together and made my way back to where I’d parked and got back in the car. I messaged a bud explaining I’d had a weird situation and needed to borrow some clothes from him. Thankfully he understood the situation sand I was able to get home so as not to raise suspicions with my parents.

The second time was a hookup off Kik about a year later when I was almost 18. The guy was a hot Latino, mid-20s who was hosting at a motel in our area that a lot of people use for hook ups and to take hustlers/escorts/prostitutes to. My instincts said this could be trouble but he said he was down to fuck and get fucked, had weed and other stuff if I wanted any and rather than trust my instincts went to go check it out. He was everything he said and we smoked a few bowls and started messing around. He’d talked me into getting my hands tied and not long after I started feeling weird and realized he must have spiked the beer he’d given me. We played around a bit and I heard a knock at the door and he let three other guys come in. I was wondering what was going on and almost as soon as they came in they started stripping down. The guy who’d enticed me to come over said I was going to service them all and if I made any noise he was going to kill me. They all proceeded to force me to suck them and began raping me, one after the other. None used a condo and they all came inside me. I slowly began to lose alertness and couldn’t suck cock, so they stuffed a hand towel in my mouth and continued to rape me. As they finished, they’d leave and some new guys would appear. I guess the guy that lured me in was messaging guys to come use me. Some pretty much raped me, but even if gentle it wasn’t consensual. I finally passed out. When I woke up they were all gone. I gathered my stuff and fled. I’ve never told anyone about either of these things as I’m so ashamed.

You shouldn’t be ashamed.  You did nothing wrong.  I know you didn’t trust your instincts, but if it worked out okay you’d call that “being brave” or “pushing your boundaries”.  Rape is not the survivor’s fault.  Ever. 

[PendragonSpirit]

By a legal definition, yes. Well, probably. I admit, I don't actually know how the law defines 'rape. And as another commenter has said, I also still jerk off to the memory. Such as it is.

I was either 21 or 22 at the time, had just gotten into shape after years of obesity (a yo-yo I play with to this day), and I was much more arrogant and picky than I am now. I had a friend who I'd known for.. oh, maybe all of a year, and he absolutely wanted to fuck me. Alas, as I said, I was much more arrogant and he wasn't my "type." So I always rejected the offer (a damn shame, because as I'd later find out, he had a good 8 inches and thick.) One night he messaged me and asked if I wanted to go to a little house party; one of his other friends was coming home! 

Notice, he didn't specify where the friend was coming home from.

At any rate, I agreed, and met up at his friend's house. Two other guys were there; the guest of honor and another guy I sorta knew from the club scene. For awhile, everything was chill. Just the four of us sitting around, drinking some delicious concoction they'd whipped up (pretty sure it was just various hard liquors and some kind of fruit punch) and talking. At one point, we decided we wanted food, and my friend offered to go pick it up, leaving me with a relative unknown and a casual acquaintance. My friend was gone for maybe 30 seconds before said acquaintance had me laying down on the couch with my dick in his mouth. I honestly couldn't tell you what came over me. Oh, right, the booze. About a minute later, the guest of honor said "Well, let me get the mouth then." And suddenly I've got a dick in my mouth and a mouth on my dick. 

This carried on until my friend came back and walked in, pizza in hand. "Well, guess we're not eating pizza just yet."

Here's where things start to get a mite... fuzzy. See, I mentioned we were drinking. What I left out is that when it comes to liquor that's gussied up into something fruity and sweet, I lack impulse control. I had far more to drink than the others. Far, far more. At least double. And at no point did they attempt to deter me, which now makes me think this was all conveniently planned.

I remember my friend walking up behind his friend and saying "Better than prison, right?" Ah, so that's where he came home from. Prison. Maybe that should have deterred me. It didn't.

I remember someone saying "Let's take this to the basement." I remember getting into a very large bed in the basement. I remember clothes coming off and being thrown into a pile. I remember all four of us making out and sucking each other. The last thing I recall is the guest of honor eating my ass and him saying "His ass tastes like strawberries."

Then I passed the fuck out.

I only came to once during the night, my eyes opening just enough to see my friend with his eyes pointed up at the ceiling, his cock thrusting into me, and him saying "Fuck, I'm going to cum in him!" Then darkness again.

In the morning, I was alone in the bed. My hole was wet and a little sore, and there was a clear damp spot where my ass had been. As I was getting dressed, the casual acquaintance came downstairs. To check on me, he said, though he was conveniently also naked. A little while later, the guest of honor also came downstairs. You guessed it, to check on me. Also naked. We didn't end up fooling around at that point, oddly enough. They took me upstairs, helped me find my keys and wallet which had gotten misplaced at some point, and told me my friend had left the night before.

At various points over the next few days, all three of them took the time to contact me individually and assure me they hadn't fucked me, only the other two did. Not sure if they were experiencing guilt and trying to convince themselves, or if they were trying to stave off any potential legal culpability if I decided to go to the police. The hilarious thing is, I hadn't mentioned being fucked to any of them, so it was even more surreal.

So, again, technically yes?

I actually clandestinely hooked up with the guest of honor a few more times, though while mostly sober and conscious. Every time bareback, every time he came inside. I much later found out he was also poz, which he swore he didn't know. I never converted, though. 

Anyway, as I said. I still jerk off thinking about what probably happened that night, so I don't know if I really count it as a rape in my book. But hey, I'm not a lawyer.

[Liverpool]

I asked a guy to stop once and he didn’t but I’m not sure I’d call that rape (even though technically it probably is). On the sexual abuse front, I was groomed online between the ages of 12-16 which definitely fucked me up. I consented but obviously a child can’t actually consent. 

[tallslenderguy]

i've never been raped, thankfully. i'm not convinced anyone wants to be raped because, if one has that desire, and they have that desire when it's happening, is it still rape? idk

When i was a kid (14), a guy stopped me when i was walking (he was driving) and asked for directions to the hospital to see his wife. i started to give him directions and he asked if i could show him. Naive kid that i was, i got in the car. Just before we got to the hospital, he pulled into an empty parking lot and said he wanted to smoke a joint before  going to the hospital. i'd been around drugs, so it didn't bother me, though i wasn't into them myself. That's when things got weird. He said his stash was under the passenger seat and he asked me to "keep look out" while He got it. He ended up with his head between my feet, ostensibly looking for his grass. He then said it was lodged up under the seat, and began pushing down on the seat... between my legs. He obviously had a pretty elaborate imagination, and i was naive as fuck, but what he was actually doing was rubbing up against my cock with his arm. He kept telling me to "keep look out" when i'd look down at what he was doing, so i only felt it, and i felt as i was getting hard. At that point, it dawned on me what was happening. my survival instinct kicked in and i pretended nothing was going on, told him i need to leave now, saying "the hospital is right around the corner," so he would not feel threatened.  He backed off and said he'd drive me back to where he picked me up. When we got there, i had to get outside on the drivers side because i then noticed the door handle on the inside of the passenger side was missing. i think i dodged a bullet, and yet oddly, later on in life i'd masturbate to the memory, but i was scared at the time.

[hntnhole]

5 hours ago, tallslenderguy said:

i think i dodged a bullet

Yikes !!!  I think so too !!!  The missing door-handle may be the worst "tell" of all.