Hookup Horror Stories 2 - CW: Rape
In the spring of 2016, I found a guy online who seemed to match my kinks. We were talking on a site called Adam4Adam. He was into bondage, toys, and dominance. We talked for about a week, and then we planned to meet up one night.
I was fairly safe. I gave my roommate the address of where I was going. I told dude my limits: no blood, pain, s/m, scat, watersports, fisting, sounding, diapers, going past safety sign (snapping fingers), illegal stuff. I verified he knew my safety sign beforehand.
So, I drove over.
When I knocked on the door, he pulled me in by my hair and wrenched my arms behind my back. He attached some expensive metal thumb-cuffs to me, and they hurt like hell. I said as much. I gave my safety sign, and this was within thirty seconds of the encounter.
He didn't care.
When he got me into the main room, he shoved filthy, and I mean musky in a not attractive way, underwear into my mouth, restrained my ankles, and forced me onto the hardwood floor of his living room.
There was another guy there, just smoking in the corner and watching me. There was a German shepherd pacing around too.
Nothing happened for a good thirty minutes. My limbs just increasingly got uncomfortable being stuck in that position. I'd occasionally snap my fingers again. Maybe he didn't understand?
Eventually, the guy I had come there to see ordered the other guy to start fucking me. There was no lube or even spit. He just started fucking me raw, and it hurt like hell. They took turns. I started resisting. The main guy pulled my head back, leaned in close, and growled in my ear, "If you keep struggling, I'm gonna make my dog start fucking you. You want that?" I shook my head adamantly. No. "Good," he said, and kept fucking me.
About an hour later, when they were done, they uncuffed me, unrestrained me, and sent me on my way.
I was in a state of shock for a good couple of days. But I never went to the cops. This was in Tennessee. There was very little support for gay men when it came to sexual assault. And as far as the courts would be concerned, there was a message record of me saying I was into bondage and domination. If that didn't tell conservatives, "I was asking for it," I didn't know what would. There would have been no hope for a case like that in the South, and I knew that. I didn't want to go through all the stress and procedures of trying to press charges when I knew the odds of it going nowhere.
I blocked the guy on A4A and just tried to push it out of my mind.
Unfortunately, you can't just prepare for every eventuality when it comes to hookup culture. You just can't.
I was fairly safe. I gave my roommate the address of where I was going. I told dude my limits: no blood, pain, s/m, scat, watersports, fisting, sounding, diapers, going past safety sign (snapping fingers), illegal stuff. I verified he knew my safety sign beforehand.
So, I drove over.
When I knocked on the door, he pulled me in by my hair and wrenched my arms behind my back. He attached some expensive metal thumb-cuffs to me, and they hurt like hell. I said as much. I gave my safety sign, and this was within thirty seconds of the encounter.
He didn't care.
When he got me into the main room, he shoved filthy, and I mean musky in a not attractive way, underwear into my mouth, restrained my ankles, and forced me onto the hardwood floor of his living room.
There was another guy there, just smoking in the corner and watching me. There was a German shepherd pacing around too.
Nothing happened for a good thirty minutes. My limbs just increasingly got uncomfortable being stuck in that position. I'd occasionally snap my fingers again. Maybe he didn't understand?
Eventually, the guy I had come there to see ordered the other guy to start fucking me. There was no lube or even spit. He just started fucking me raw, and it hurt like hell. They took turns. I started resisting. The main guy pulled my head back, leaned in close, and growled in my ear, "If you keep struggling, I'm gonna make my dog start fucking you. You want that?" I shook my head adamantly. No. "Good," he said, and kept fucking me.
About an hour later, when they were done, they uncuffed me, unrestrained me, and sent me on my way.
I was in a state of shock for a good couple of days. But I never went to the cops. This was in Tennessee. There was very little support for gay men when it came to sexual assault. And as far as the courts would be concerned, there was a message record of me saying I was into bondage and domination. If that didn't tell conservatives, "I was asking for it," I didn't know what would. There would have been no hope for a case like that in the South, and I knew that. I didn't want to go through all the stress and procedures of trying to press charges when I knew the odds of it going nowhere.
I blocked the guy on A4A and just tried to push it out of my mind.
Unfortunately, you can't just prepare for every eventuality when it comes to hookup culture. You just can't.
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