Have you ever been raped?

[blackrobe]

51 minutes ago, Bokkierob said:

I was not actually raped I guess but I did get myself into a situation when I was 14. [...] So I guess I wasn’t raped but I was coerced into being fucked. I still went back to him though.

Based on your description, you were raped.

No consent, being physically overpowered, and forced penetration = rape.

[inthehouse]

For the sake of this answer I'm not counting being molested.

I've been raped a few times since 18. At 18 I went to a sex pool party at a private house. I didn't know anyone but the person who brought me. We met on AOL chat. He was an older bottom. I told him I had a fantasy about being fucked outside by a pool by a daddy top, so he invited me to this regular event. He said it was almost exclusively men over 40. 

I did fucked poolside by a top in his 60's soon after I got there at 11 am. I was on ecstasy and it was really hot. 

I met the bodybuilder home owner and he let me use his guest shower to clean up. When I got out of the shower my stuff was gone. I had a towel and that was it. When I walked back into the guest room from the ensuite The home owner and 2 other super juiced up guys in their 40's blocked me getting my stuff and leaving. They manhandled me and bent me over the bed and pinned me down while they took turns fucking me. When 1 would pull out, another took his spot. They rotated every few mins  telling each other they didn't want to cum right away. Eventually they decided that was enough and each came inside me. As soon as they started they joked among each other about me being 18 and dumb. One of them told me I should've been more careful and I was lucky someone dangerous didnt get me instead. . By the time they were done it seemed like most of the party guests knew I was the latest conquest. I grabbed my bag and phone and left. I just stood on the sidewalk since I had to wait for a cab bc I couldn't drive bc I was still rolling. While I was getting my things together I heard 2 of them talking about how maybe they should've all went again because it was more fun "than usual".  When the one who fucked me last said he didnt usually like tight holes  but he would fuck mine  I was upset and not upset at the same time. I mean overall I was more upset than not but I'm be lying if I said it was 100% bad. And I eventually started masturbating to that memory. It might have been like 5 years later.. I'm not sure. But I still use that one sometimes when I want to cum. 

It's hard for me to decide if my rapes were actually rape. I was at that party to meet a stranger to fuck me poolside and maybe more than once. The other tops were unexpected. They were rough but I didnt get hurt and if I was really bothered I think I would've reported it and I didn't. I have never reported anyone, even when I was growing up. Also, leading up to that party I was meeting 2 to 3 new daddy tops per week to fuck me. I was already a pretty big whore. So what's 3 more? Although most of the tops fucking me were covered and the times I was forced were always bare. I think thats the main difference though. Now I only bb anyway so I dont know how I feel about it. 

[subguy81]

 No, bug I won't lie I've often fantasised about getting raped in a jacuzzi

[Willing]

Wouldn't have to rape me, I'd give it up gladly 😵

[Willing]

Just now, Willing said:

Wouldn't have to rape me, I'd give it up gladly 😵

Be hot to also be foreign guys so I couldn't understand what they're say but I know what they want and i give it to them 👄

[hntnhole]

Never. 

I can't imagine what I'd do, but it would entail the most violent behavior on my part that I could summon forth.  

It's not that I never have "given it up" - during covid a buddy and I got through it together, and for some unfathomable reason he wanted to fuck me.  I'd run into him a number of times at the orgies and we became somewhat friendly, so I knew his Cock was - well - modestly proportioned, so I knew it wouldn't tear me up. Eventually we started inviting the other to come over and Breed Holes, so it seemed appropriate at the time.  

It was more in the framework of two buddies getting through a pandemic crises together, so I just gritted my teeth and allowed it.  

[myDNA4u]

First let my say that rape or any type of sexual assault is very wrong. While not "raped" as such, I have been sexually assaulted.

I had just turned 25 and my mother had died 4 days before my birthday, so I was emotionally pretty fragile. I was working third shift at the time. Just before my usual wake up from my regular nap before work, I awoke to my father's second wife (note, I never referred to her as my stepmother as I couldn't stand her) sitting on my bed with her hand on my dick attempting to masterbate me. She was one who used sex as a weapon to control people. I pushed her aside, jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I don't remember much else until the next time she and my father came by the house, and I in no uncertain terms threw her out. However I was never able to tell my father what had happened and what had been for many years been a rocky relationship with him, deteriorated further. 

I developed a PTSD reaction to anything related to female sexuality.  The sight of just a bare breast was enough to put me into full panic mode. A nude woman would actually make me physically ill. Fortunately as a gay man that wasn't something that happened often, and I did everything possible to avoid. While I remembered the incident, it wasn't until just a few years ago that I connected them. It was actually a thread on here where a discussion about gay campgrounds and a post about why many women's only ones won't allow MTF members because so many women have been sexually assaulted by men. I was lucky to have three very close friends who are clinical psychologists as I was more than a bit overwhelmed by the revelation. I still vividly remember the conversation with the first one. He told me I was not alone. Men can and do get sexually assaulted by women and that he currently had a patient, a straight man, that had been through this. He said normally he wouldn't give a patient a diagnosis, but as I was just a friend needing to talk and wouldn't be seeking treatment with him, he explained to me that in his opinion I had PTSD, but with a very isolated trigger that as a gay man was fairly easily controllable. My other friends in the field agreed and offered further advice. Somehow, just the knowledge of the connection between the incident and my reaction has been a huge benefit and has helped me to at least mitigate my symptoms. 

[ellentonboy]

If someone giving me a cocktail in their home, and I wake up naked in their bed,  then the answer is yes.  The sad part about this was that I was naive to what GHB or "roofies" were.   This guy was someone who I would see at a bar and I would politely decline his invite to come back to his home for sex.  He asked me multiple times, trying to make me feel guilty.  Finally he told me he understood I didn't want to have sex with him, but he did want to show me his new home and his invitation was no longer for sex, but merely to have a drink or two.  I was in my late 20s at the time, I should have known better.

I consider myself to be polite, yet savvy enough to recognize a "red flag" when  I see one.  Apparently I was wrong.  I was really upset with  myself.  To this day, I won't let anyone just hand me a drink, I watch them either make it or stand next to them while  the server pours it.  Lesson learned....the hard way.

[Cubby8623]

Yes, twice. I was drugged and raped at a house party at 16 and attacked and raped in a bathroom as I was cleaning up after a work function in July last year (which is where I was infected and got HIV)

[hermarbi]

Alcohol does have a lot to do with it, but after a particularly good evening out with a few friends,  all I recall is waking with clothes half off and damp ass n crotch on the bed.  Don't recall consenting but still - to this day, wonder about it. 

[alphapoz]

On 12/3/2023 at 5:06 AM, Looking4oldertops said:

For the sake of this answer I'm not counting being molested.

I've been raped a few times since 18. At 18 I went to a sex pool party at a private house. I didn't know anyone but the person who brought me. We met on AOL chat. He was an older bottom. I told him I had a fantasy about being fucked outside by a pool by a daddy top, so he invited me to this regular event. He said it was almost exclusively men over 40. 

I did fucked poolside by a top in his 60's soon after I got there at 11 am. I was on ecstasy and it was really hot. 

I met the bodybuilder home owner and he let me use his guest shower to clean up. When I got out of the shower my stuff was gone. I had a towel and that was it. When I walked back into the guest room from the ensuite The home owner and 2 other super juiced up guys in their 40's blocked me getting my stuff and leaving. They manhandled me and bent me over the bed and pinned me down while they took turns fucking me. When 1 would pull out, another took his spot. They rotated every few mins  telling each other they didn't want to cum right away. Eventually they decided that was enough and each came inside me. As soon as they started they joked among each other about me being 18 and dumb. One of them told me I should've been more careful and I was lucky someone dangerous didnt get me instead. . By the time they were done it seemed like most of the party guests knew I was the latest conquest. I grabbed my bag and phone and left. I just stood on the sidewalk since I had to wait for a cab bc I couldn't drive bc I was still rolling. While I was getting my things together I heard 2 of them talking about how maybe they should've all went again because it was more fun "than usual".  When the one who fucked me last said he didnt usually like tight holes  but he would fuck mine  I was upset and not upset at the same time. I mean overall I was more upset than not but I'm be lying if I said it was 100% bad. And I eventually started masturbating to that memory. It might have been like 5 years later.. I'm not sure. But I still use that one sometimes when I want to cum. 

It's hard for me to decide if my rapes were actually rape. I was at that party to meet a stranger to fuck me poolside and maybe more than once. The other tops were unexpected. They were rough but I didnt get hurt and if I was really bothered I think I would've reported it and I didn't. I have never reported anyone, even when I was growing up. Also, leading up to that party I was meeting 2 to 3 new daddy tops per week to fuck me. I was already a pretty big whore. So what's 3 more? Although most of the tops fucking me were covered and the times I was forced were always bare. I think thats the main difference though. Now I only bb anyway so I dont know how I feel about it. 

Cute story. But AOL chat rooms stopped in 2010. The math doesn’t add up. Good fiction story though. If you had left the aol and “get my phone “ out it could have been possible. 

[alphapoz]

Fuck yeah many times. The first few times it was scary. But I grew to love and enjoy each session. Made the pig I am today. It’s almost as if a sexual spirit entered my body and made me a beacon for them to find me easier. Some were loving some where rough and some down right violent. Don’t regret any of it. Sometimes I still jack to some of those encounters. There are days where I wish I could make myself vulnerable again. But it’s hard to rape a muscular daddy. Hell it’s hard even getting someone to top me. 

[TallAussieBtm]

4 hours ago, alphapoz said:

Cute story. But AOL chat rooms stopped in 2010.

I believe him. Can't see anything in the story that says it's later than 2010; unless I missed something? And it just doesn't sound made up to  me anyway. All good, though. 😃

[120DaysofSodom]

I am convinced that me wanting to be raped was fetishized in my head because I happened to be subjected to it so much throughout my entire life, whether back to the first time I had sex, or when I was a working boy and some deranged methhead refused to honor his end, or even when I was working in pro-porn and forcibly taken by some producers. Two of them my ex, Dillon, and I ended up getting away from and basically running down the street with our belongings. Fortunately had friends in Phoenix that just got us on another flight and let us stay the night with them, telling us "we warned you guys about working for them".

[VersatileBreeder]

Once about 15 years ago when I was in my early 20’s. I was bottoming and met up with a guy on Craigslist who was in my area for work, staying at a hotel. He was early 40’s, average looking and average built guy but with a big thick 8” dick.

Though we didn’t discuss protection in our conversation before meeting, I assumed we were going to use a condom (this was before prep and before we really knew about U=U). So if you were a neg bottom like me, agreeing to get fucked raw was just rolling the dice. 
 

Turns out he didn’t even have a condom with him. I offered to run out and get some but he said it was already late and if I’m gonna run out, we should just “try another time.” I was so horny and wanted his dick so bad that I agreed to go raw under the condition that he pull out before he cums, to which he agreed.

We got into it, he fucked me in different positions for about 20 mins. His dick was so big and thick, it felt so good raw. He had me on my back missionary and was pounding me, harder and faster. I felt that he was building up a load and getting close. I asked him to get ready to pull out, to which he said nothing. Just pounding harder, breathing faster. I knew it was only a matter of time. When I could tell he was about to cum, I tried to push him off me, but he grabbed my wrists and held me down hard, drove his cock in deep and started blasting off. I could feel every pulse of his dick as he unloaded in me. Then he started saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, that was just too good” over and over again. 
 

I was horrified. I got up and put all my clothes on and left in a hurry. Got in my car and started driving. Had no idea what to do. Do I call the police? Go to the police station to make a report? Am I really going to tell them I just met a strange dude off Craigslist and agreed to have raw sex with him??? My mind was racing. Finally I calmed down and told myself to just go home, go to sleep and figure this out in the morning. 
 

By the time I got home, I kept replaying in my mind him pinning me down and cumming in me over and over again. This was the first time an online hookup ever bred me. I was so scared. What if he was poz?? When I parked in my driveway, I realized my dick was rock hard thinking about the whole thing. 
 

And that was the night that I realized how fucking turned on I was by having random men breed me. This man ended up being the first of many. Oh and we met up again several times. And I never again told him not to cum in me.