This is a story of non-consensual, gay sex. If rough non consent offends you, this is NOT the story for you!
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The cruise ship was only in port for a few more hours. My wife and I were celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary aboard, a gift from her parents. It was the first cruise for both of us, and we were having a blast. We decided to go ashore in Colombia on a ship sponsored excursion. It was a group of about 40 people, most of them seniors, my wife and I being the youngest, both of us in our mid 30s. We were both fit and active, and had to really exercise our patience when following the elderly folks around, as they tended to slow us down.
The small town the bus took us to was delightfully colorful, with narrow streets and many vendors. A gothic style church dominated the town square, and there were interesting sights around every corner. We were typical tourists, wearing cargo shorts and t-shirts, baseball caps and Skecher shoes. She had her phone to take pictures, while I carried a more sophisticated camera, strapped around my neck. I would dart down a street and hurry back to our tour group to make up for the times they slowed us down.
I found one street that had some very interesting buildings. I told my wife I'd be right back and jogged down the street, again taking pictures from various angles, trying to take advantage of the late afternoon light. Thinking I had plenty of time, I went a bit further down the street than I had intended, and actually rounded a corner and went down another street, drawn by the interesting architecture. This particular neighborhood was more downtrodden than the others, and was empty of pedestrians. I soon realized I had probably been gone from my group too long and attempted to retrace my steps to find my way back to the tour group.
It wasn't long before I realized I had taken more than one wrong turn, and realized I was lost. It shouldn't have been difficult to find a group of 40 senior citizens, however, they were nowhere in sight. I didn't panic at first, as I stood on a corner, looking left and right, and realizing I hadn't really paid attention to where I was going, as I was more focused on taking pictures, and not paying attention to where I was.
I was now jogging quickly up one street and down another, clutching the camera to my chest so it didn't bounce against me, when I saw a group of 4 men standing a bit further down the block. I breathed a small sigh of relief, thinking I could ask them for directions back to the center of the town to where the bus was parked.
As I approached them, I saw one nudge another and motion toward me. They all looked up, and I smiled and greeted them, asking if they could help me out with directions. It turned out that none of them spoke English, and I spoke no Spanish, but eventually through hand gestures and an occasional Spanglish word, they eventually seemed to understand what I asked. They would talk to each other in Spanish, and I assumed that they were discussing what I was trying to say to them.
Finally they all nodded and smiled. One took my arm as if to lead me in the right direction. I smiled and followed, saying 'Gracias, gracias.'
We walked about halfway down the block of brightly colored, although impoverished houses. As they led me up the steps toward the door of one, I stepped back and said 'No, no...I need to find my group!' I thought perhaps they had misunderstood. One laughed and shook his head, saying something in Spanish and beckoning me inside. I didn't understand what he was saying, but I naively trusted him, thinking perhaps he needed to make a quick pit stop for whatever reason, so I followed him inside, and the other three followed me.
After I entered the small room, my eyes had to adjust, as it was only lit by the light pouring through the 2 small windows. Before my eyes adjusted completely, I was pushed from behind to the bare mattress that was in the middle of the room. My instincts caused me to clutch my camera with one hand and brace my fall with the other. At first I was confused about what was going on, and then I realized I was probably being robbed. I was an easy target; A 'rich' tourist, lost and alone, and these four local guys who were probably very poor were going to take my money.
Before I had time to process a reaction, one of them knelt beside me and pulled the camera strap from around my neck. I attempted to rise to a sitting position as he did so, but he pushed me back down. I started to protest, but he couldn't understand a word I was saying. I knew better than to struggle much, as there were four of them. I assumed they would take my wallet and camera and then let me go.
Sure enough, the man that took my camera turned and handed it to another man. He then turned back to me and straddled my chest, effectively pinning me flat on my back. Things began to happen so fast, I wasn't really able to process what was happening, or react.
Sure enough, I felt hands gripping my shorts, searching for my wallet. I twisted a bit in protest, but didn't want to endanger myself any more than necessary...Except the hands weren't content to retrieve my wallet...They began to unbutton my shorts and began to pull them down my thighs.
The man straddling my chest raised himself up slightly and pushed my t-shirt up and then pulled it over my head and off, sitting back on my chest again, keeping me firmly trapped. When I felt my underwear being pulled down my thighs, the panic really began to set in.
I began to protest more loudly, yelling 'No!!' repeatedly. I tried to twist my hips and kick my legs, but they were being held down.
The waist band of my underwear was pulled down just far enough to expose my penis, and tucked up under my balls. Someone pulled my shoes and socks off. They were all laughing. I struggled more, twisting to try and get free, my penis flapping this way and that as I struggled.
