"They held me down. I kicked and bucked and screamed and fought and screamed at the top of my lungs and struggled, but they held me down firmly.

They were huge guys, four of them, one of them holding down each of my arms and legs so firmly I couldn't get free. Then the fifth one squirted some sort of cold, stinging liquid all over my penis and scrotum, spreading it all around my groin and all up in the folds and up and down the shaft, while I squirmed to no avail to get away.

I tried to scream again, but now he shoved a gag in my mouth. I bit down on it and whimpered and cried as he continued to handle my genitals. Now he was stretching out my foreskin. I tried to kick him but my legs were held firmly by the beasts sitting on them. He clamped a hemostat down on the tip of my foreskin and stretched it out more.

The pain was excruciating as the clamp was completely crushing my skin in it. Then he put another clamp on the other side to pull the opening wide apart. Pain seared through me as more skin was crushed in the clamp and muscle was stretched too far. But he wasn't done.

Now he got a blunt metal probe and SHOVED IT INTO MY GENITALS. The connecting membrane of my delicate genital tissue was crushed and ripped apart as he plunged the probe up and down, up and down, in and out, in and out, working his way in a circle all around the head of my penis, ripping and tearing it apart from the sensitive skin surrounding it. Nothing can describe this pain. I started to vomit from the pain, panicking as I realized I would choke on my vomit because of the gag in my mouth, but they removed the gag at the last second, and I was able to vomit and then draw a breath before they shoved the gag back in my mouth.

Someone wiped up the vomit in a cold, detached manner, paying no mind to my pain or my pleading eyes or my muffled cries, just cleaning up the mess as if it was an annoying glass of spilled milk. And through it all, the man kept plunging that metal rod inside my penis, between my dickhead and my foreskin, tearing apart the membranes and breaking open blood vessels.

Satisfied that it was all separated, he puts the probe down and takes off the clamps. I feel a surge of hope that my ordeal is over, but no: now he picks up the clamps and puts them all the down in and again clamps and crushes my skin. He picks up scissors and begins to cut my flesh, held in place between the clamps, like it is a piece of fabric, and he nonchalantly wipes away the blood with a piece of gauze. This is when I passed out from the pain and shock and blood loss.

But, of course, this was not rape!

Anyone seeing any similarities between rape and what I went through would have to be dumb.

Holding someone down against their will and plunging objects in their genitals (and then cutting them) isn't rape! How dumb!"