Raped In The Navy

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This is what happened!   I had to report to the navy ship Labor Day weekend per my orders after graduating being just 18 years of age. Upon arriving to the ship I was greeted to a dirty looking ship, wasn’t anything I imagined. The on duty officer informed me that I wasn’t actually due till Tuesday because of the holiday and that there wasn’t anyone to sign me in. He said they could store my sea bag and other items but I couldn’t stay on board. A group of  shipmates were leaving the ship and were waiting close by the gangplank and over heard the conversation. They invited me to go hang out with them for the weekend. I thought this was a nice bunch of guys wanting to hang out with me and I chose to go with them.

Now the station of the ship is in Earle, NJ and is very close to New York City. We took a bus into NYC and we got adjoining rooms at the Army and Navy hotel. These guys were fairly cool, although they didn’t really add me into all to their conversations, but I was new and didn’t really mind. After a while we started drinking. After a few mixed drinks for some reason I blacked out. I have drank enough to know my limit and that was way too early for me to even black out. Honestly I have never blacked out before or even in the years after that I have drank. I woke up startled kind of groggy with the feeling of warmth and like I was with a woman. I looked up and one of my shipmates was masturbating above my face, another shipmate was performing oral sex to me while another one was doing it to him and around there were men’s sex toys.

I freaked out, pushed him off me and struggled to get to my feet. My pants and underwear were pulled down to my ankles and I was dizzy and confused. I was screaming, crying and finally made it to the bathroom, the whole time they were telling me it was just a joke, nothing happened, come back. I hid myself in the bathroom and washed my face over and over again. I was feeling so dirty. I was grossed out. I had never experienced such a thing before. I was scared to death. They kept telling me that it was all right, come out of the bathroom. It was just something they do to all the new guys. This went on for hours, I was so shocked, and scared I refused to come out. I ended up sleeping on the bathroom floor and when I got up they let me leave. They said that if I told they would deny it and then find and kill me. I took a bus out of the city and stared out the window confused.

I was treated like the enemy, was yelled at told I was a liar, mamma’s boy and that I was home sick. The whole time I was disgusted with myself. The commander told me that it was because I drank and I was lucky to not get in trouble for underage drinking that I thought was ridiculous as I was old enough to fight and die in war but not old enough to drink a Bud.   I was given a bunk and locker and told to store my stuff and to shut up and never speak again about my drunken lies.


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For a few days I tried acting normal, but it was very difficult to do. Everyone ignored me and that made things even harder. I was given a job helping maintain the back half of the ship. Cleaning, picking up, and fixing ropes .Etc. A few of the same shipmates who attacked me worked with me and that also increased my stress level. After about 3 to 4 days it happened to me again. Those who attacked me were known as the twin towers. Both guys were 6ft5 230-250lbs. They pulled me out of my bunk and forced me to perform oral sex. Nobody who slept beside me tried to help at all. They were just as scared as I was.

In the morning I reported it to the Master at Arms and once again told I was a liar, this doesn’t happen on this ship, to let it go and return back to work.  He even called me a sissy. This continued to be an every night thing, dragged out of bed, 2 to 6 shipmates would take turns sexually assaulting me, forced me to endure horrible acts to them or to myself. I would every day report it and every day but I was told to leave and go to work. After a few weeks I was so terrified and couldn’t get anyone to help me I attempted to hang myself. I used a cord and made a knot but it didn’t work. What i got was a bruised neck and wound in my face from the bulkhead.  When the guys released me I got no sympathy but was told to go to the sick bay where I was basically ignored. I was tired, alone, scared, prepared to die. I was messing up badly in my work, falling asleep, reporting late since I was drained and tired so was getting reprimanded and disciplined as well.

I had nobody that would listen to me, I was alone and dealing with rapes and acts done to me that no one should ever endure! Finally ashamed, beaten, and lost beyond belief I called home. My family told me to do the one thing they always told me never to do, leave! So I packed some things walked off the ship and went AWOL, took a bus home where I divulged what had happened to me.

My father took me to meet our Congressman John Petterson from Utica, NY. I shared my story with him. At this time I still couldn’t share all the sordid details with my family since I was ashamed and felt in some way it was my fault and that somehow I let them down. The Congressman said “off the record, don’t go back until its safe”, so I didn’t. I stayed U/A.  The congressman instigated a massive Congressional Investigation on my behalf and many other victims came forward.  It became a media circus.   Although my name was never mentioned, I was known as ‘Victim E” in the Navy Sex scandal I began to fear for my life.  This behavior in the Armed Services was more common place than I had ever imagined

I started hiding out in garages, abandoned buildings, anywhere else rather than home and nowhere long enough that they could find me. I was always looking over my shoulder as the ranking officers that were aware that this was happening and took no action were being investigated and brought to answer for their crimes.  I however though I would put my family in trouble if stayed at home. I was shoplifting food and more to survive. There was no victims support whilst the investigation was in full swing and finally I go into trouble with the law arrested for petty larceny and was released on bail.  It wasn’t long till I was spiraling out of control turning to alcohol and drugs to try and forget the pain that was tormenting my soul on a daily basis.  My crimes got worse and finally I was sent to jail.

I am now doing my time but am still tormented as the perpetrators of these brutal crimes on me were removed from the service but I have never been told whether or not they served time.  The Officers were publicly criticized for their inaction and severely reprimanded but were not outed and to this day my old Commander still serves.  Now awaiting my appeal and for the first time in years clean and sober still to this day I can’t take my pants down without remembering the terrible ordeal.

I Was Raped & Forced Into Prostitution

My Horror Date it happened only five years ago when I was 17 measured 1.58 and my statistics were 95-60-89. I have blue eyes, brown skin black hair, now I’m 22; I am tall at 1.75 meters. My mother told me to get up early as my two cousins Andrés and Roberta were coming to visit me and take me on a date. I felt reassured after I learned that my mother was also in touch with them. I got into a loose mini dress which was light semi-transparent and lemon yellow color and which reached me a little above thighs which were white and juicy. Being a hot day I did not wear a bra.

When they came I offered them some drinks and when I turned to leave I found Andrés staring at my ass so hard I thought I had exposed it or something. Andrés told me I had a cute bum and he wanted me to remove my panties and become nude as he wanted to take me from behind. I laughed at the situation innocently as I thought because they were my cousins it was all a prank. Andrés told me he would like me to wear a thong and this was an amusement for all of us it seems as we all laughed.

I tell him “You are crazy.”

Andrés told Roberta: “She has a hell of an ass”.

Roberto replied: “She has a hard ass that is just hot as hell to look at, I wonder what it feels like?”

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I became so nervous I did not know if I should say yes or no to everything, to run or stay. I did not know if my mother was selling me or doing me a favor.

Andrés told me “Look baby if you obey all will be well otherwise, I will give you an injection to remove the nerves, perhaps your mother warned you that this day would come”.

I did not get time to react when he placed me on a sort of gynecological chair. They strapped me down and forced my legs wide open. Then he told me about Mr. Tommy who wanted to marry me though at his age he could not maintain erections and how he would pay me lots of money to break my hymen while he watched. Andrés gave me injection into my arm. I didn’t know what it was but Roberta asked me if I have lost track of everything as there was nothing to worry about. I felt like my body was floating and I could not really feel anything, guilt, fear everything had just disappeared. It was like I was watching everything through a movie camera – nothing seemed real.

Then two huge black men came into the room with a headphone like gadget connected with wires after which a third black man with his head covered like an executioner began to attach the gadget into the electric socket and turned the power on. He then started to connect headphones like device to my temples and wires to my nipples with clamps and onto my labia. He then turned the switch on the gadget and I felt a surge of electricity – the numbness I have been feeling disappeared and I lost consciousness.

When I awoke I saw Roberto standing over me in my horror date. My pussy and labia had been shaved.  It made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I looked down to my vagina and saw a trickle of blood and knew that Tommy must have broken my hymen whilst I was unconscious. Both the other black men then unbuckled me from the gynecology chair and grabbed my arms and tied me with ropes to a wooden trestle that was beside the wall. These two grabbed me by the arms, and placed me naked in front of Tommy who I noticed wore a medical type apron and in that instant he saw the fear in my eyes, he bulged and his mouth was drooling – he had received what he wanted.  I wondered how much my cousins had been paid for this.

I was now kneeling with my hands tied against the trestle and two black men removed their pants and I saw that they now had hard erections. The drug they had given me made everything feel cloud and warm and seeing these men’s cocks stand in appreciation of my nakedness and vulnerability was actually turning me on. The first man then entered me his throbbing black rod went in and out, with all the force, until he gave me the final push, shoving it in the depths of my now pulsating cunt and poured in all the frothing cum into me.

I lowered my eyes and saw that both the other black men and my cousins were naked and thoroughly aroused with stiff cocks and were staring at my sweating body and creampie dripping cunt. The truth is I began to wonder how far this would go. Immobilized as I was the thick fingers of the first black man pinched my tits and twisted them so that it made me scream and beg for release. Whilst he was doing this the second black man entered me an had his way with me until I felt sizzling hot semen fill my insides.

“Scream for a caress” Tommy said.

He was now sitting in a chair beside me. I said nothing.

Tommy said, “That deserves more punishment.”

During all this excitement Tommy was stroking his soft cock and he watched me fascinated as the first black man whipped my cunt. This as the whip stung my clitoris I began to feel warm inside and he started whipping me faster and faster. It was then that I started to cum and knew that any visions of having a normal sex life were now removed.

The black man gestured to my cousins who opened my legs with a kick to each foot, and each got a whip, and opened my legs wide. They started whipping me in the middle of my sex with a small whips. I bit my lips to keep from screaming in pleasurable pain but I could not hold it in and screamed. This seemed to greatly excite the two black men.

Tommy who said, “This is all perfect”.

The drugs were beginning to wear of but I was now guiltily enjoying the pain.  I noticed that especially the first black man became very excited a second time and he ordered my cousins to put leather wrist and ankle cuffs held together by chains that were then attached to an O Ring and lifted via a pulley. This left me hanging naked in the air. They spread my ankles with a steel spreader bar which made my legs wide open exposing my already raw, bloody, creampie and wet cunt. I was hung in the air, Roberta had left the room now, whilst the black men were massaging their enormous cocks. Tommy was still sitting in his chair stroking his placid penis. Finally, Roberta came back with a very long whip. I just heard a whistle of the whip and felt my ass was on fire.

I did not know then that there were two other customers who were waiting to fuck me after Tommy and the black men had finished with me – but there were and they did. Tommy had been paid a lot of money to break my hymen – more than you imagine. Everyone applauded the black man for having shoved his huge cock into my virgin cunt and my cousins promised me an award afterwards. Tommy commented that he had enjoyed my performance and he promised to take care of me as a future wife. I passed out and remember little more of that first night.

I woke up in my bed bandaged the next morning, and before me Roberta was stroking my face gently. I had apparently feinted from the pain and shock was now locked in my bedroom. Roberta explained to me that my mother was a prostitute and had arranged my initiation into the oldest profession on my 17th birthday. Although Tommy wanted to marry me I refused the offer.

Now I go missing for days, and fuck so many people. I have not forgotten my horror date from hell. Now Roberta looks at me in a very special way, different from the other girls that he pimps for. I smile and thank both my cousins as I now understand that both Andrés and Roberta are pimps who also sell my mother into the sometimes painful profession which she, like me, has come to crave for.


WARNING! Gay Online Date Rape – It Could Happen To You!

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It pains me when I narrate this story to you. Don’t be surprised to realize that you could be the first person to read this agonizing ordeal that I went through a couple, of weeks ago. So, when you will be thinking that this is just a fabrication remember that the memories about that bizarre sexual experience are fresh in my mind. I will however try as much as I can to calm down when writing this story since by doing so, it might warn those doing the same or similar or offer some help to those who deserve it.

Something that just started like fun internet dating has turned to be a tormenting thing in my heart and mind that I wish to share with you on this day. If you haven’t tried to date online, please do not attempt it unless you first take safety and precautions – you never know who you are really chatting to. I am not suggesting that online dating in itself is wrong; in fact many have got the love of their lives through internet dating. While that is so, there are those who are tormented and crying just like me, with nobody on their side to help them and no-one to turn to. Having told you that brief introduction, allow me then to narrow down how what seemed to be promises of heaven, later transpired to be an unforgettable bizarre sexual experience from hell.

As a single man, I spend most of my late evenings on my laptop with an alcoholic drink beside me, as I engage with my online friends on a serious note via social media. It happens that of late, I have added a couple of more other social sites on my default panel – singles and dating sites. This particular night, I met one person whom I thought like would quench my thirst for intimacy on one of these sites. It was a lady with a beautiful series of profile photos. It felt right and I felt deep in my heart that I have got what I always had wanted. How lost and mistaken was I. The chat lasted the whole night till dawn the following morning. By the time I was up from my couch, she and I had agreed to meet at a place where she suggested. Granted, I knew the place well but came to realize later that evening that for one to know a place well, you should be able to know all the activities that take place in whatever place you may claim to know at all times.

I drove so fast to the rendezvous anticipating to meet my love later that evening. Upon arrival at the gate in front of this famous Russian club in the suburbs, my car was let in by an energetic handsome young man. From the look of his face, body posture and texture, he was roughly my age. Initially, I thought he was the valet man. The real truth of my bizarre sexual experience will be revealed later.

Have you ever had a bizarre sexual experience? Whereas you may agree with me that things out of your control happen on earth, but there are those you wish that will never happen to you or the people you know. This is one such ordeal. My ‘valet’ made sure that I alighted safely from my car as he showed me the way inside the main room of the club. Inside were smells of soothing fragrances and the area was packed to the full with men, some dressed well whilst others having big muscles, but nowhere could I see that my heavenly date – in fact I could see no women at all.

My internet date had told me to feel at home and have a drink at the bar and she would introduce herself to me. I had posted my true profile picture and what I expected was the same truthfulness from my angel to be. So at the bar I requested a scotch and coke to drink and waited patiently. I was nervous as I could not see her yet but consoled myself that it was not so late and besides, I am waiting for my new girl so I don’t want to fail her by being impatient and driving away. After an elapse of two hours or so however there was no sign of her showing up and I really did not want to drink and drive. It was peculiar that there appeared to be no females entering the club and those at the tables were men.


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Finally I decided to dash out and drive home, I had been stood up and was not even going to check my I-Phone to see the reason why. I was angry. As I went outside, the parking was so dense and dark! I looked for my ‘valet’ as there were so many cars and I could not locate mine. Even if I did locate it where were my keys, I would have to go back to find out where the ‘valet’ was and on the way back I saw it. My car, but it had been surrounded by other cars so even if I carried a spare set of keys I could not have driven away. The only option was to go back and asked the doorman where the ‘valet’ was. He pointed to a private room and said to ask from Max. The real scenario began to fall on me – although I wished beyond hope I was mistaken as my online angel was named Maxine – could this just be a coincidence?

The man at the private room who welcomed me patted me down, I guess for weapons. Alarm bells were ringing but what was I to do, my car was blocked in and I needed to get it to escape home. As I entered the room I saw Max – who obviously was not the valet – seated at a table with 4 other men. They had an open bottle of scotch before them, they were drinking and laughing. He appeared relaxed and smiled as I walked over to him. He said, ‘I’m Max and I am sure you have now worked out that you were chatting to me all last night.   Sorry for the deception but I loved your profile photo and just had to meet you.’

It was right –it was the’ lady’ that I talked to the night before. It clocked in my feeble mind and I said, ‘Please give me the keys – I need to get out of here.’

He said, ‘Be that as it may – we have things to talk about and do. Why don’t you have a drink?”

Having a drink was the furthest thing from my mind and I refused but he insisted, ‘It really would be a good idea for you to have a drink – it will go down a lot easier if you do.’

Without my keys or a way to get home what choice did I have so seated myself and had a drink. No sooner had I sat down he started to stroke my leg fondly. I objected immediately and began to get out of my chair when, two more muscular men pushed me forward so that my face was flat against the table. One of the man removed his trench coat, pulled a knife out of his pocket and ordered me to undress fast which I did and I just hoped this was not going to be a sexual experience.

You would not ever contemplate what ensued. As my head was forced onto the table and I slowly removed my trousers Max took my wallet out of my back pocket. He then took my ID out and placed it on the table in front of me and said, ‘I now know who you are and where you live.’ With that he then threw my id next to his own. He said, ‘Now see who I am. I want you to remember it and when or even if you make it home research who I am, always remember I know who you are and where you live.’ I silently prayed this would not become my worst sexual experience. Max, the person I thought would be my new lover and Angel Maxine said all this barely raising his voice but the manner in which he said send cold shivers down my spine. How could this be? Why had this happened to me?


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As my underpants were removed the big man who had me pinned down to the table brought my arms behind my back and placed a pair of handcuffs tightly around my wrist. A padlock with a chain attached was placed on the handcuffs and another man stood on a chair and fed the other end of the chain through an eyelet that was fixed to the roof. This chain was then tightened and my arms were forced upright – the pain in my shoulders was excruciating and forced me to stand upright albeit leaning forward. My manhood and rear was exposed for all to see in this room. I was ambushed, and the other men just watched it all happen. No these men were not just watching they were enjoying it like it was all just part of a show. Max then began to work on me like I was never a thought! It felt like I was a piece of meat to this man as he ran his hand between my legs and then grabbed hold of my balls. Never before had I been touched by another man in this place unless by a doctor or perhaps my father when I was a babe.

This did not feel natural and tears began to stream down my face, across my cheeks dropping on the floor. Max actually began to smile, what a sick and twisted man this must be to seek gratification from another man’s pain, torment and embarrassment. Max again moved his hand between my legs but this time I felt a silky liquid smeared over my anus and then he inserted a finger in it. I cried out in despair begging him to stop. I was a man, a man is not supposed to have another man put things in his ass. My cries brought laughter from Max and his companions. Oh to what depths was this depravity going to reach and as I was about to cry out to God to help me Max’s muscular companion placed a ball gag in my mouth securely tightening it. My muffled screams for help could be heard by no-one except those in this room. What was to become of me in this most bizarre sexual experience.

More men now came over and worked on me like I never thought possible! They were touching me and I closed my eyes. It was embarrassing and I had no control over my body and an erection started to form.  This could not be right, how could I get an erection from other men touching me – was I turning gay – never before had I been touched by a man and now with tears streaming down my cheeks was being touched by many and not able to control my body. Someone placed a cock ring on me to keep my erect as possible. One man I now remember took of his pants and pushed my head further down.  As my arms had been cuffed and chained I was helpless and could not resist.  He walked behind me and rubbed my buttocks whilst other men touched my chest and penis.  I then felt him move his hard erect penis between my butt cheeks.  Why Oh lord was this happening to me?

I had no choice for the following hours, that was the only thing that I would see men do to me and to each other in that club! Touching each other and tormenting me.  But it was only me who was worked on by many men – maybe I was like fresh meat to them like the lions seeing a wounded and injured animal.  They had come to dominate me and subject me to physical torture.

As the hours carried on I realised this must be a common occurrence at this establishment and wondered to myself how it could be allowed to carry on.  Surely the Police or others must have had complaints – others like myself must have come here after being deceived and brutalized. This bizarre sexual experience has since then left me with much agony more than you can ever envision. They did this to me in turns to their satisfaction and it was so painful worse than ever in my life. After they were done with me, and the bondage handcuffs and chains removed I was unable to even sit on a chair but was ordered to do so. The man who was taking the lead in this, the one I thought would be my new love Maxine ordered me to have another drink and when I declined to take it, he slapped me twice on either side of the face.  My cheeks reddened and the pain reverberated in my skull.  He then proceed to give his business card, told me to leave and to email him when I returned home. I put my clothes back on and ran to my car that was now unblocked with the keys in the ignition.

It was difficult for me to sit and drive myself due to the pain I was feeling. However I knew if I were to return into the Club there may be further perils awaiting so slowly I drove home.  It was 3am when I returned and as requested emailed who I now knew to be Max but believed to be Maxine.  I then google searched this man and to my horror found out that he was an underworld figure who was suspected of committing many crimes including murder.  He wanted me to know this so who could I tell?  I am scared for my life if I tell the Police. What am I to do?  Who can I turn to?

It was sad sharing this bizarre sexual experience with you and do not know if I am a full man anymore. Nevertheless, I feel relieved that perhaps the writing of this may warn others of the perils that may await when organizing a blind date online.