...occasionally when things got "hot" I heard the word, "stop," and I stopped. It wasn't that hard to do because it was the right thing to do. I'm not a god-damned animal, and my father taught me to respect women, as he respected women, and as my sons respect women.
The last person who told me to "stop" went on later to become my wife, and I'm sure that one reason I got to "go" was that I knew when to stop.
I've been living with my wife for 34 years, and in those years, there have been times that she wasn't "in the mood," and that's perfectly fine and, in fact, quite wonderful, because we have a relationship based on trust and respect.
One almost feels sorry for the people who don't understand what that is like, a relationship of trust and respect.
I can't say that I am personally aware of any man who did not know what the word "stop," means. I know they exist, and it appears that the national Republican party seems to be a haven for this type, but I know lots and lots and lots of men who understand the word "stop."
(As it happens, a fellow student of my wife's at UCSD threatened her explicitly with rape, using the word "rape." When she reported it to her professor, he said it wasn't his problem. So I do know that there are assholes; as the members of our government are willing to publicly display themselves as being. Still, I think it should be clear that most men aren't Trumpian Kavanaughesque scale assholes. Suffice it to say that my wife graduated from another university. That, happily, is the only time I've heard of such a thing in my personal experience, even a threat of the rape of a woman, although I'm sure there's lots of similar events that I don't know about.)