Name changed for this as some of these will be outing. First of all, thank you for such brave and honest stories. Interesting that the men who often hijack threads haven't seemed to have much to say on this one. We often hear of women's stories of abuse being minimised by men saying just as many men are abused too - but I'd hazard a guess they aren't subjected to anywhere hear this sort of level.
These are some of the stories I've remembered as I've read this thread, in no particular order:
At 15 I overheard male customers of my parents pub referring to me as "jailbait" as I walked through the pub.
Also at 15, a 27 year old male customer, who's wife was at home heavily pregnant, started telling me that because I had been horse riding I must have had my first orgasm. On another occasion, he asked me to play a game of pool (I'd often play pool with the customers so this wasn't unusual) but he took me to the second pool table, where no-one else was in the room and no cameras were on it. He then proceeded to grab my crotch when I bent over to take shots, and grabbed my boobs too. I felt so uncomfortable but didn't feel I could say or do anything without being rude, or upsetting a customer. I kept moving away, he just kept following me.
2 years later, the above customer saw me out in town (I was now 17) and the friends I was due to meet hadn't shown up. He asked if I'd like to watch a movie, and for some stupid reason I said yes. He got me to wait on a quiet street corner whilst he got his car. My instincts were screaming at me to run, but I told myself I was being silly. He took me back to his house, put a film on, after less than 10 mins he'd turned it off and proceeded to rape me (I was a virgin til that night). I was terrified.
On the night of the rape, before it, he had asked me about my part-time job and what days I work. About 6 weeks after the rape, he suddenly started coming into the supermarket I worked in (it was literally the furthest from his house in our town and I had NEVER seen him in there before). He showed up on 3 shifts in a row. Then the heat week he showed up again, but this time I was on my own in the cigarette kiosk when he walked in. I freaked out and started hammering the call button to the supervisor and when she answered I was sobbing for help. They ended up calling my parents after I explained what was wrong. Having to tell them was horrible, my dad asked if I was sure that's what happened and had I led him on. My mum took me to the police. He was arrested the next day, but basically he agreed everything I said, except consent. The police had to drop the charges but told me they'd heard he'd done this at least 7 times before but no-one had reported it.
After this, he was obviously banned from the pub. He started sitting outside it on a Sunday morning in his car just watching me whilst I was cleaning it. He started showing up in pubs he'd never usually go to when I was on a night out with friends (I turned to drink after the rape). He was just always there. Watching me.
When I was about 20, a friend (much older male) and I decided to have a 12 hour drinking session, starting 11am. We had a brilliant day, all in the same bar so free food all day, lots of other friends in and out visiting etc. About 10pm we decided to go to another pub for a couple of drinks. We got in there and around 10.30pm I started to feel very hot and slightly sick. I stepped outside for some fresh air, and one of the lads from the supermarket who was a couple of years older than me followed me out. He said he was going to take me home, I replied "no - I still have half an hour to go". So he told me to meet him outside Boots at 11.15, but not to tell ANYONE where I was going. I might have been drunk, but I wasn't that stupid luckily!
On another occasion I was out at Christmas time, and the guy from the above story saw me in the pub, pressed himself up against me and grabbed my crotch.
Early 30's, I was working in a bar in the evenings. I was alone with one customer. He was quite drunk and a bit creepy. He was making comments and I was laughing them off etc. Then he looked me dead in the eyes, sounded stone cold sober, and told me that he would beat me, rape me and I would like it. I knew he meant it. I text my boss who was upstairs in the flat above the pub to say what he'd said and that I was alone with him and worried. He came down, didn't say or do anything, but stayed there. He was more worried about losing a customer than threats to his staff.
Another time I was fundraising and getting donations for a raffle from local businesses for my netball team. The husband of one of the ladies on the team, who I'd known (him) for years, text to tell me about a donation the company he worked for was giving us. I thanked him and he replied that perhaps I could thank him in kind. I replied and said I could bake him some cupcakes if that was any good (I did a lot of baking) and he replied that he meant sexual favours. I didn't reply. 5 mins later he text again saying he was only joking and please don't tell his wife.
Another partner of a lady on the team, around the same time, started FB messaging me late at night randomly. I always ignored it, but would reply in the morning to which he'd say it didn't matter/nothing etc. One night he was in the pub I was working in, very drunk after he & his girlfriend had had a fight. He lived a few doors down from me and I'd known him for years. He was very upset and very drunk so I said I'd drop him at home on my way so that we knew he got home safely. He spent the whole journey telling me how unhappy he was in his relationship etc. They were engaged and I advised him, as someone trapped in an unhappy marriage myself, to really think about if he wanted to get married because it was easier to end things now if they were really that unhappy. We got back to our street, I stopped the car for him to get out and he just sat there. I felt really uncomfortable, I thought he was going to make a pass at me, then he looked to change his mind and left. 10 mins after getting in the house he messaged telling me how much he had wanted to kiss me and more.
When I was 20, I had my first proper boyfriend since the rape, he was training to be a priest and seemed such a good guy. I had told him about being raped and he seemed ok to take things at my pace. One night we booked a hotel room and went out drinking. He made sure I had a LOT to drink. We got back, and although I was unsure, I consented to sex. It was so, so painful I started sobbing during it. So he pulled out and said "let me just try something else" and proceeded to stick his cock up my arse instead. No warning, no lube, just did it. It actually hurt less than it had in the normal way, so I just closed my eyes and prayed he'd finish quickly. After then, I avoided being alone with him, and about 2 weeks later he cheated on me.
I was on the bus going to a football batch as a teenager. Maybe 16 years old? On the way back, I was sitting next to one of the older men from my parents pub. He was probably early 30's. I didn't really want to talk so I closed my eyes pretending to sleep. I felt his hand lane on my thigh as he sat there rubbing it whilst he'd thought I was sleeping.
Countless times in the pub as a teenager men would make me squeeze right past them rather than move out of my way.
I'm sure there are others too, but these are the ones that stuck out the most.