Against My Will
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Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.
It all started 17 years ago when I was in my prime years. I was very physically fit going to the gym 3-4 times a week. I had been feeling good about myself and how I had changed my body. I had got to the point that I was not shy anymore about being able to take my shirt off and walking in public near beaches or public parks or even on the dance floor of a gay bar.
Work was very hectic and the boss came up to me one day and asked me when I was going to take a vacation and that the company would pay for my airfare as a bonus for me for doing a good job at work. I had so much vacation pay built up and he said for me to take a few weeks off and let him know where I would like to go. I thanked him and told him I would get back to him.
That evening I decided to go on the computer and browse around at where I would like to go. I went on a world wide gay chat website and was browsing around various places. I came across South Africa and decided to take a look at the men that were from there. In order for the men to know who you are you had to put in one of the fields that “you were planning to visit” the place of choice. I had posted a few pictures of myself and some private photos in case any of the guys wanted to see more. After setting all this up, it didn’t take long to get a few guys messaging me wanting to start up a chat.
Over the next few days, I was chatting with 3 guys. One who was a tour guide which I thought was great and as I got more into the chat, the more I liked what I was reading. Beaches, Capetown, wine country and safaris was definitely interesting me more with all the information he was giving me. I was chatting with others and decided that I wanted to meet these people. After a few weeks of chatting online, I decided this was where I wanted to go.
I notified my boss and the trip was being planned. With the help with a few guys in Capetown including the help from the tour guide for accommodations and boss booking my flights, this was definitely happening.
Once I arrived in Capetown after traveling for hours to get there, one of the guys I had chatted with picked me up at the airport and drove me to the hotel. I spent a few hours getting to know him during lunch and touring around with him. I was so exhausted from the travel time that we decided to go back to his place to lay around his pool. It didn’t take long to pass out and after a few hours he woke me up and we decided that he would take me back to my hotel. There didn’t seem to be a connection with him and after that day I never saw him again.
The next day I was meeting the tour guide and to make the arrangements for the most of my days traveling with him which included the safari and eventually where I would be staying. A couple weeks went by traveling with him and then he set me up for my last week accommodations in the gay area of Capetown.
This is where the third guy came into the picture as to who I was really looking forward to meeting. Out of all the guys I had chatted with, he was definitely a very hot guy. He seemed successful and was very much my type. Before we met, we chatted again online and planned to meet up for a drink. He mentioned that it would be a good idea that he swing by to pick me up and that he knew of a great lounge to be able to have a drink at. We set up a time and the evening in which he would pick me up.
The evening arrived and I was waiting for him outside curb side from the place I was staying at. Moments later a vehicle pulled up and as I got a glimpse of him, there was a big smile from him and of course I smiled back. I got in the vehicle and he was definitely better looking in person. The pictures I had seen of him did not do him justice. He was very good looking in person, great voice and definitely wore his clothes well. Everything he was wearing was tightly fitted to show off his great body. When we arrived at the lounge and got out of the vehicle is where he caught my eyes checking him out. I couldn’t help myself but notice the bulge in his crotch. His clothes definitely hugged every bulge on him, from his muscles in his arms, chest, waist, legs and of course his crotch…..exactly what I like. A guy wearing tight pants to show off a hot crotch is very sexy.
We got a table and he asked me what I would like to drink. I told him I like red or white wine and he asked if I wanted to share a bottle of red. I said yes and soon the server brought over a bottle of red with two glasses.
The time with him seem to be lost as the conversation was so filled with what we both told each other about ourselves and there was never a quiet moment until I asked him where the restrooms were. I got up and after I came back to the table, our glasses were topped up with the red wine. I had only one glass before going to the restroom and said to myself that two was going to be my max. Being in a different country I wanted to make sure I was in control. The conversation continued and we were both flirting with each other. We were 3/4 through our second glass when all of a sudden I felt really different. I thought to myself that the alcohol content seemed very high for me to feel this way. He asked me if I was ok and the next thing I remember was he was helping me to his vehicle. I felt like I had a lot to drink but not to the point where I would pass out. I remember a couple things he said to me on the ride back which he asked if I wanted to go back to his place as he put his hand on my leg.
The next thing I remember is been driven to his place heading down underneath a building to his parking space. At this point I was so out of it that all I remember is wanting to lay down. He managed to get me into his place and onto his bed and then I passed out.
Little did I know, he was going to rape me.
I woke up the next morning and all my clothes were off my body. I was alone on the bed butt naked with no blankets or sheets on me except a condom laying beside me on the bed. I looked at the condom but there was no cum in the condom. My entire body felt so hungover and I hadn’t realized at that time, I was drugged as his cum slithered out from my ass. I laid there for a bit and I then called out to him. He came into the room fully clothed and I asked him for a drink of water. I remember him saying that he needed to drive me back to where I was staying. He definitely seemed like a different person. When I got dressed all I could feel is how bad my head and ass felt. I felt like something drove over me.
Not much was said on the ride back to where I was staying and never did hear back from him or nor did I see him again either. The next few days were basically taking it easy and made my way back home after that.
I ask myself all the time, why did he have to drug me in order to have his way with me? A part of me is still a little fucked up from that experience. It is hard for me to want to be in a relationship, even today as I write this. I think a lot about being raped again by teasing guys and chatting with them online telling them my back door is unlocked. I guess showing a guy my ass online before my trip definitely provoked the guy in Capetown to find away to get his big cock inside of me. It’s taken me this long to even write this out.