"I was at a friends party and got a few beers. I believe I was the least drunk there. One gal started to talk to me and coming on to me. I had a girlfriend at the time and I wasn't even attracted to her (big as a hippo), so I tried to ignore her.
A few hours later I was feeling very fuzzy in my head so I had to lie down for a bit. This struck me as odd, since the few beers were all I had to drink. Later on I understood that there were something else other than beers in one of the cans.
I woke up several hours later in my friends bed which were on an other floor than the party was held. I was still feeling fuzzy in my head, so I didn't really get what was going on. My hands and my feet were tied to the bed - each part in each corner. My dick hurt like crazy and I wanted to see what was going on down there. Someone was naked and riding my dick. It took me about five seconds until I understood that I was naked and was raped. It was the same girl who hit on me.
I screamed, but no one heard me. I tried to get away, but I couldn't move, both beacuse I was tied down and also because of her weight.
Fifthteen horrible minutes later she decided she was done with me and let me loose. I collapsed and couldn't move. She got dressed and went downstairs. I cried.
Apperantly she couldn't get my dick hard, so she had shuffed a Q-tip without the cotton up my urethra so it would keep straight. Four years later, it still hasn't recovered. "
