Gay Gang Rape

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03244367410 or newteenclubs@gmail.com    Hi readers ! mera naam nabeel hai aor main 24 saal ka hon main wheatish hon matlab sanwala aor sawnle banday ya bandi mein garmi kuch ziada hi hoti hai woh 24 ghante sex ke bare mein sochte hein aor sex ke leay foran tayyar hu jate hein . yeh meri kahani hai jab main 14 saal ka tha hum faisalabad mein rehte the . os waqt main jawan hu raha tha mere andar change aa rahe the magar mujhe kuch samajh nahi ati thi thi meri lulli khari hu jati thi magar ese kis tarah bithana hai mujh nahi pata tha . on dino meri ami aor chota bhai karachi gae hue the aor main aor mera abu akele ghar mein hote the … mera abu bohot hot and sexy body ka malik hai , wo jab lungi pehente the tu main har waqt esi taank mein rehta tha ke opnke lund ki jhalak dekh lon … onka lund bohot mota gol aor lumba tha … main sochta tha meri lulli aisi hu jae tu kitna maza ajae ga , abu raat ku sone se pehle mujh se tangein dabwate the jab onku neend ajati thi tu mein hath thora sa onki gand ku touch kr leta tha tu kabhi onke lund ku …. mujhe bohot maza ata tha , ek din mujhe ek larke ne bataya ke humare ghar ke sath ju truk stand hai wahan raat ku sare driver blue films dekhte hein . main ne kabhi nahi dekhi thi blue films es leay josh agaya. main ne raat ku abu ku sulane ke baad ahista se bahir nikal aya koi 11:30 ka time huga . galian khali thien ,,, main tez tez os stand ki taraf jane laga ju road ki dosri taraf tha wahan ziada shops nahi thin sirf tyre tube wale aor tea hotal tha ,, har taraf sannata tha main ahista ahista driver wale kamroon ki taraf barha ,, wahan se awazen aa rahein thein ,,, aaaaa yesss yesss fuck me fuck me faster faster” main door ki oot mein khara hu ke andar jhanka tu dekha tv pe ek larki ku do admi sex kr rahe hein ek pechay se chood raha hai aor ek ne apna lund larki ke munh mein dia hua hai. main dekh raha tha aor ek dum mast khara tha mujh pata nahi chala ke mere peechay bathroom mein se ek driver nikla os ne mujhe dekha tu meri back be hath phera . main chonk ke pechay mura tu woh muskura ke bola andar ajao bahir kion khare hu . mujhe bhi itne door se dekhne mein mushkil hu rahi thi foran main oske sath andar aa gaya ander 4 drivers pehle se bethe the mujhe aor os admi ku dekh ke sab muskurane lage mujhe onhon ne bethne ki jaga di aor main ankhein phar phar ke film dekh raha the ju banda mujhe ander laya tha woh mere sath betha aor meri raan pe hath pheer raha tha film mein jaise hi woh banday discharge hue buhut sara dahi jaisa pani larki ke chehre pe dal dia aor THE END agay . tab ja ke main ne tv se nazar hati aor room pe nazar dali magar main yeh dekh ke heran hu gaya ke sab mujhe dekh rahe hein . ek driver ne apni kameez oper ki aor shalwar ke opar se hi apne land ku hath mein pakar ke oper neachay krne laga mein dekh raha tha ke abu ka aise khara kion nahi hota halanke mere abu ka lund is se mota hai . mere sath wale driver ne mera hath pakar kr apne lund pe rakh dia . uffff kia garam aor mota lamba sanp tha yar main ne hath hatana chaha magar os ne sakhti se pakar lia . meri dosri taraf se ek driver oth ke mere samne agaya os ne purani meli si jeans pehni hui thi , os ne apna lund bahir nikal aor mere munh pe le aya kaha le chos le . mujhe bohot badbu ai main pechay hata tu os ne balon se pakar lia aor zor se lund ku munh ke pas laya tu majboran mujhe munh mein lena para magar buhut mota tha serf topa munh mein tha . wo bola ke pora munh mein le kutte . mujhe ab dar lagne laga main ne kaha mein jata hon , main othne laga tu osne ek thappar mujhe zor se mara…. main nechay gir gay os ne apne ek hath se mera munh pakra aor bola pyar se kr le warna police ku bula lon ga . kehte sath hi mere hont apne munh mein le ke apni moti zuban mere munh ke andar dal di ….. mera dum ghutne laga ,,,, kisi ne meri shalwar khol li aor pori otaar di . . . main samajh gaya ab garbar hai . os ne apna munh hataya aor mera kameez otara main ne dekha ke woh sab apne lund nikal ke khare the , main chillane laga tu ek ne mere munh pe hath rakh dia . jeans wala bola ke CD pe ganay laga do aor awaz onchi kr do . on mein se ek ne aisa kia . jeans wale ne mujhe olta kia aor ju banda mujhe andar le aya tha os ne meri tangein kas ke pakar lien. ek ne mere munh mein lund dena chaha magar mein ne munh nahi khola . jeans wale ne meri gand pe hath mara aor bola . “ab bane angrezi patt” kuch geela sa meri gand pe dala os ne thoka tha ek dum meri gand mein apna lund dala mujhe aisa laga jaise kisi ne garam loha rakh dia hu main pori takat se chilaya magar sath bethe driver ne munh pe hath rakh dia . kisi ne kaha javed aram se kro hum ne bhi krna hai . tab os ne nikal lia aor meri jan mein jan ai magar sirf 10 second ke leay os ne aour geela kia aor dubara daal dia meri aankhon ke agay andhera agaya , tu phir koi bola “abay maray ga kia ” tu woh bola chup kr randi baaz , abhi theek hu jae ga ” magar mere hath paon kanpnay lagay the . os ne nikala phir dala aor ab woh start hu gaya woh zor zor se jhatke de raha tha ke mere peet mein zordar dard hu raha tha 5 mint baad woh choot gaya aor mere oper se hath gaya . mera pora jism sun hi chuka tha . os ke baad dosra charha magar oska patla aor chota tha mujhe dard nahi hu raha tha magar jalan hu rahi thi , os ke bad teesra aor esi tarah sab farigh hue . onhon ne kaha ke kapre pehen lu magar mujh se hila bhi nahi ja raha tha . ek ne mujhe shalwar pehnai aor aik ne kameez . phir pocha kahan rehte hu main ne kamzoor si awaz main bataya phir sab ne mujhe lal lal note deay aor meri jeeb bhar di . mujh se otha nahi ja raha tha tu woh samajh gae . ek driver kisi se bike le aya aor aik mujhe aasra de kr bike pe bithaya aor ek mere pechay beth gaya aor mujhe ghar drop kia Dears buhut din baad mein thhek hua . lekin ab main full gandoo hon . serf pese le kr gand marwata aor marta hon . mere andar feelings nahi hein, aaj kal karachi mein hon aor ppp ke ek banday ne mujhe rent pe lia hua hai

I Was Raped

I Was Sexually Abused By My Uncle And Raped By My Cousin's Best Friend 

(Before you start reading I would like to let u know that by time you finish reading this you nevr know if I still may be alive because it was so hard to write this since I felt like i was reliving every moment through every specific detail that happened to me that nobody should have to go through) My life is really ****** up and full of bullshit. Everyday I just want to crawl into a small space and die so i can i can  be relieved from all the pain and humiliation I've been through and I'm still feeling. Ever since I was 10 years old I have been sexually abused by the one i trusted and wasn't supposed to hurt me. It was my uncle. Whenever he had the chance to come ovr and babysit me which was everyday, he would rape me  or molest me., which ever one he  felt was neccessary to fullfill his needs. The first tyme this happened my mom called him and asked him to babysit. He walked in my room, smiled at me and looked at me up and down., I just smiled back at me but little did I kno the actual reason he was smiling. He sat by me on my bed and started to rub my arm. I looked at him and asked him what he was doing. He said he knew a way to make me a woman. I started to get worried so I tried to get up which made he mad. He grabbed me by my arm and laid me back on the bed. He started to kiss me on my mouth. I started to cry and beg him to stop, but all i got was a slap in the face. He told me it would make me feel good and he knew I wanted it. He pinned both of my hands in his one of his hands and started to take off my clothes. He told me if i screamed it would only make it worse. He took his clothes off and put a condom on and started to rape me. I cried and begged him to stop.  I tried to fight my way from underneath him but I couldn't he was too strong. I kept telling him he was hurting me but he wouldn't listen. All I could hear was his moaning and groaning in my ear and all i could feel was his sweat and kisses that trailed down my body. Until after about  a half an hour he was finally down. He got up, put his clothes back on, grabbed me by my face and told me if i told anyone he would kill me. He smiled and left my room. All i could do was lay on the bed sobbing hoping that evrything would b ok. But it wasn't. I felt pain and most of all sick and dirty from what he did. I never thought he would do something like that. I finally crawled into the bathroom and took the hottest shower I ever could and scrubbed myself raw and just laid in the shower crying. Ever since that day my life has nevr been the same. He finally stopped after five years  when I was raped by my cousin's best friend. My uncle for some reason could tell that I was raped by someone else because he didn't get the same feeling as he used to ever since the first time he raped me., especially from me being a virgin at the age of ten.. He would usually felt  satisfied and accomplished since he was the only person that I've ever had  ''sex'' with. But anyway like I was saying, i was raped by my cousin's best friend. My cousin had to go to the mal to pick up his little brother which was like a 2 hour drive. He thought since his friend was there that I would b ok so he finally left. After about 10 minutes from my cousin's leaving, his friend started to flirt with me. He started to touch my arm and rub it. I started to get scared since everything that I've been through with my uncle and all and that's how it would all start by the touching of my arm. I asked him if he could stop touching me and stay away from me please. He got so mad. He grabbed me by both of my arms and told me that if he wanted me he was going to take me. He kissed me roughly on my mouth and i started to cry. I begged him to please don't do this. He didn't care. He looked at my body up and down and threw me on the bed. He tore a piece of an old shirt from my cousin's shirt off and tied me to the bed. I was kicking and screaming and crying all at the same time. I kept saying no and to stop, but he didn't care. He got on top of me and slowly started to take off my clothes. He said he wanted me to remember this  for my whole entire life.  He took off his clothes and got something out of his pants pocket and took out a condom. I started to cry harder because I knew what was going to happen next. He put the condom on  and laid down on top of me. He kissed me and started going down my neck all the way down to my stomach. Then i felt a sharp pain that felt like it would last forever. He was raping me. I tried so hard to get him off of me and release the bonds that were tying my hands together, but it was no use.  He said he knew I liked it and he said it was sad that he wasn't my first.  He slapped me and told me to shut up. I have bruises that I feel would last a lifetime. Finally after a hour he was done. He got off of me, untied my hands , got dressed and told me if I told my cousin what happend he would come after me and it would be worse the next time, especially with more people. I got dressed and went into the bathroom and locked the door and cried laying on the floor. I didn't open the door until my cousin pulled up into the drive way. I was so quiet and looked like i was hurt so my cousin asked me if i was ok. I looked at his friend who had a glare on his face and looked at my cousin and put a fake smile on my face and said i was fine. He finally took me home. So as you can definitely see rape and sexual abuse has a major part in my life and i feel it will control me no matter where i go no matter what i do. I just want the numbness, pain and misery to go away and leave me the **** alone. I still cut myself and i have tried to commit suicide 3 times. One of those tymes was almost successful  (i took an entire bottle of sleeping pills) , but i ended up in the hospital. I still try to because i feel as though the sooner i die the better off i'll  be  and so will my family be not having to deal with me and my issues.......even though they don't know the truth behind me trying to commit suicide and cutting.  No one knows what I feel and have to deal with everyday for the rest of my life!

My name is Dwight, I’m a gay man from Idaho, and I was raped

It has been a little over 10 years since that terrifying night that changed my life, my body, my mind and my heart. While living in Denver, I made the mistake of trusting the wrong person.

While having a drink with somebody I thought was a new friend, I was drugged (in my drink), abducted, bound, and gang-raped by four men. It was obviously planned and premeditated. It was brutal, violent, and sadistic. It was without a doubt a “hate crime”. I am telling my story in hopes of helping others. I am NOT a victim, I am a Victor! I am a survivor!

I left my hometown of Emmett, Idaho for a short time in 2001 and went to Denver, Colorado. My sister and her family were moving there. I could no longer hold my secret in. My intention was to have the safety of anonymity of a big city.  I was facing the fact that I was gay, but I could not say it in small-town-rural-close-minded Idaho. The years of bullying and name-calling in school, just for being suspected of being gay, told me that I could never “come out” among the people I loved, and the town that I devoted myself to both personally and professionally.

My time in Denver was brief, intense and ended in violence, which prompted my return to Idaho, back to the safety of Emmett, and my family. I went there with the intention of “coming to terms” with being gay. I knew inside I was gay, but I was not “out”, and I was running out strength to hide from it. Shortly after being introduced to a man, who I thought was becoming a friend, I soon realized he was not a friend, he was evil. He invited me to go have a drink with him and some friends; I was so excited because I had never really gone out with a guy before. Shortly after arriving at the bar, and after a few sips of my first drink, I knew something wasn’t right. I could feel that something had been put into my drink, I felt “out of my mind”.

He and his friends led me to the car, after I got into the vehicle, they bound my wrists together. They then said they were going to show me what “being a faggot was really about”. I then have no memory until my wrists and ankles were being tied to a bed. I couldn’t see anything, they had blindfolded me. Then each of the four men took turns raping me, taking breaks only long enough to hit me, or take another drag off of their pipe.

I remember there being a strange odor, and I could hear them whispering about “how good the Meth was”. I can remember how cold my body was, and how hot my blood felt as it ran down my legs, and down the crack of my butt to my back. And, I can remember the horrible ripping, tearing, burning pain…I felt as though they were swinging the sharp side of an axe between my legs, chopping away like they were avidly attempting to fall a tree.

Truth be told, there were moments during the crime when I thought I would meet the same fate he did, there were moments when I prayed to live and escape, and there were moments when I prayed for the mercy that only death could bring; anything as long as I could no longer see, hear, or feel anymore is all I wanted. I could see out the bottom of the blindfold, my wrists and ankles were tied to the corners of a bed. But, I was thankful that consciousness was on and off for me, the drugs in the beverage and passing out from the terror and trauma was a small blessing. I am fortunate to not remember every single detail, which I am so far beyond thankful for.

Ten years later and I am grateful that my life did not end. I ended up bloody and bruised inside of my Ford Explorer sometime during the middle of the following day in the parking lot of my apartment complex. Where I wrapped myself in a blanket and slowly made my way into my apartment, and spent hours sitting on the floor of the shower for hours tending to my many wounds. I then went into “hiding” for a few days, and eventually got fired from job for missing work.

In the shower, I sat there and the water went from hot to warm to cold…but I could not even feel the water. I stared at the drain with a foot on each side of the drain that I knew were mine, but they no longer felt like they were attached to my body. I watched for hours as a steady stream of blood, their fluids drained from me, it mixed with water and together and went down the drain.

I was in so much physical pain, and in shock, my body was no longer functioning properly. I could not feel a thing. It was the closest thing to an out-of-body experience I have ever felt. In my mind’s eye, I can still see myself crouched over, sitting on the floor of the shower, with my arms around my knees, my head between them, alone, and mesmerized by the drain.

As I sat there, I had a million pictures flash through my mind; pictures of that night, pictures from pre-school, memories through my life flooded my brain. I could still clearly hear their voices; I could hear them cheering one another on. I could hear the horrible things they said to me. I could hear them threatening my life, over and over. As if the torture they inflicted on me wasn’t enough, they verbally degraded and taunted me. They made statements like, “faggots are suppose to like this”, and “hey little girl, stop crying”, and among one another they chuckled, “boy, I hope he doesn’t get pregnant”.

I got out of the shower and crawled to my bed. I stayed there for two days without moving. I vowed I would never speak of this, I would not report it to the police, and I would not seek medical attention. I would just “deal” with it.

I could hear the phone ringing, and I could hear voices coming through my answering machine. I still did not move. I listened as my boss called and left a message telling me I was fired, I did not even flinch.
I knew they knew where I lived, and I was waiting for them to come back and finish me off, I waited for the sounds of their voices again, I waited to hear them coming up the hallway to my room to kill me.

After getting out of bed, I went into hiding. I couldn’t go out in public. I had bruises all over. I had ligature marks around my wrists and ankles. The blood vessels in my eyes were broken, and I had blood spots on the whites of my eyes. I talked to my mom and my sister on the phone and acted like I was fine. I acted as though I had been at work.

What I didn’t realize at the time is that there was more than blood that drained out of me in the shower. My goals, spirit, dreams, happiness, and life were attached to those blood cells that swirled around the drain. All of it went into the Denver Metro Sewer System.

In my silence, I knew I had to leave Denver and return home to Idaho. I did not feel safe because they knew where I lived. I did my best to secretly tend to all my wounds, tucking my prolapsed rectum back into myself, then hemorrhoids, and bleeding, etc. I told myself that I would just pretend it never happened. My body was damaged, as was my heart and mind. I had no idea just how much I would be dealing with for the following 10+ years.

A whirlwind of medical procedures, illnesses, surgeries, and financial woes ensued and have NOT stopped yet. People think that if you are a victim of a crime, that it is just the one main event, then it is done. Believe me, that is not the case. I am still afflicted by many diagnoses and conditions. The damage, the trauma, and the stress take a tremendous toll on your physical being. And, for ten years now I have been amidst a complete financial disaster. I have done my best to work in between surgeries and procedures.

In May 2011, after almost 10 years, I finally released it. I told my family and friends, I spoke of it on Facebook. I instinctively hid it inside of myself, just like I did about being gay. It has been 10 months now of coping, healing, speaking, feeling, living, battling, overcoming, and striving to love the skin that I wear. I will never give up, and I will never stop trying. I started a page for Hate Crime Survivors on Facebook. I communicate with other victims and survivors. It is now a part of who I am.

I will be 35 years old on the 28th of this month. In a couple weeks I will be moving into my Dads house, because of all the financial burden of these 10 years. I am letting go of my rented townhouse, and my thrift store furnishings with the hope that life will give me a chance to start over again. These past 10 months have been so difficult in many ways, but also my life has become a beautiful thing that I truly cherish for the first time in almost 35 years.

A male rape survivors story

My name is Jay Herron. I am a fifty- five year old male who is a rape survivor. Now how can that be? only woman get raped !! That is a wrong assumption.

My story is unique,but not unusual-only society may make it seem unusual. Rape among males is a fact. Rape is a sexless and ageless crime.

What happened to me occurred in the new few days of 1970 ,to be more precise-new years eve. After the rape I was repeatedly sexually assaulted for a period nearly two months long.

My story is quite complex,my life has been as if I was a boxer that was’nt a fighter and yet he was proud enough every time he got knocked down that he’d get right back up. My life has been sort of like that- as I have seen tragedy as early as the age of eight,and things in between then and now have always been more unlike other peoples lives , sometimes I have difficulty believing it myself. But,what I will be writing about is true. It happened and there is no reason to season the details at all,because there is no reason to.

In April 1969 I enlisted in the United States Navy,I was 17 years old-and had to wait for my 18th birthday before I could enter active duty. That came in August and I was sent to Great Lakes ,Illinois for my basic training,boot camp.

I loved it. You would have to understand the whole story of my life to understand why I’d loved boots-most people hated it,but I loved every minute of it. I loved the Navy. My Dad had been in during WW II and my oldest brother was serving at the same time I had enlisted. My grandfather on my dads side was a river boat pilot-back in the days when river boats was the transportation of the time. M great grandfather was a sea captain-in charge of those great tall sailing ships. So the navy had fit a family background-but unfortunantly,I was’nt just joining the navy because of our heritage…it was because the US Marine recruiter had jammed his finger in my chest and knocked the wind out of me. And While I stood there trying to get my breathing back-gasping like crazy…the marine recruiter had started a list as to why I did’nt want to be a marine.

I weighed all of about 110 then,skinney-could’nt lift a feather…just about. But somehow his lecture sunk in and by the time my breathing returned tonormal I was pleased he suggested the Navy.

Viet Nam was going as strong as it could get at that time in 1969. We kids in those days had a lot of mixed direction to look at back then. Every week on TV was the Vic Morrow television show…’Combat’,and all of us kids wanted to go off and fight the Nazi’s. But V-Nam was different , and unlike the WW II era-we had the hippie movement,teens and young adults and priests and violence in our home land…all about the Viet Nam war…not the pulling together we saw during the world wars.

So-because I am just learning about this blog idea and that I am not too experienced at the computer…I am going to leave my story at this point and see how it goes into outer space and ends up on this blog site.

I will tell my story in its entire length-in details…as we go along. But this is my first try on this site so I do not want to say alot-and loose it.

Stay tuned,you’ll see an amazing life come together in front of your eyes. Thanks.