I'll never forget the Halloween of my freshman year in college. I had pledged a fraternity, but was now having second thoughts about living with these guys and being a part of that house. Most of them were jocks with rather strange ideas of fun. I wasn't a jock. I was the smallest pledge. I stand about five-seven and weigh about 125. I also didn't fit in as well as I thought I would, because, unlike my frat brothers I was actually interested in getting an education and I didn't have any stories of sexual conquest I could share, in fact I had never even kissed a girl.
So on Halloween night I decided that I would go to the library instead of carousing around with the other guys. As I walked through the campus I passed groups of other students dressed in a wild variety of costumes, all out enjoying the darkness of Halloween night, either trick or treating or heading off to parties.
I came around a corner and ran smack into four of my frat brothers. They grabbed me and dragged me along with them. I tried to explain that I was headed to the library, but they were yelling for me to join them and I think they were a little drunk. Down the street we went with me protesting that I had to go, until suddenly one of them held up a hand and told the rest to be quiet. He pointed down the street and we saw two girls walking toward us dressed in evening gowns. They hadn't seen us and I was quickly pulled behind some hedges. The others crouched down and pulled me after them. Then out came the shaving cream cans and the eggs.
I protested, telling them that they would ruin the girl's dresses. I was told to shut up and stay still. The girls got closer and when they were in front of us two guys jumped out behind them and I was pulled out in front of them with the others. The girls screamed and the guys attacked. They sprayed them with shaving cream from all sides and pelted them with eggs. When the girls tried to escape the guys chased them down the street. As the girls ran past me I recognized them as two freshmen that sat near me in English class. Although they had always been a bit rude to me, I felt really bad about what was happening.
The group disappeared down the street and I turned and continued to the library. As I walked I thought about those poor girls. I didn't really know much about them, but I did know they were both in a women's sports sorority. I had seen them hanging out with some of the women jocks. I had no idea what sport they played, but they seemed pretty fit.
After staying at the library for a couple of hours I headed back toward the frat house. The streets were quieter; I guess most of the revelers had taken their fun indoors. As I got near the house I heard a moan from a dark alleyway. I looked down the alley and there appeared to be someone lying on the ground. I walked a little closer and saw that it was a girl. She leaned up and asked me to help her. I ran over thinking she must be drunk and might have gotten hurt, but when I reached her she jumped up and I saw it was one of the girls that my frat brothers had harassed earlier in the evening.
I stopped short in front of her. She had changed her clothes and was now wearing a tracksuit. She looked at me with a sort of half smile.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"I am, but you're not," she replied.
Her smile increased and then to my shock she punched me as hard as she could in the stomach.
I doubled over in pain and fell to my knees. As I tried to get my breath I felt hands grabbing me and pulling me to my feet. I opened my eyes and saw that I was surrounded by a half dozen young women. I tried to focus my vision. The other girl from earlier in the evening was there as well as four other much bigger girls.
I was dragged to a standing position and a big, strong girl got me in a full nelson, pinning my hands over my head. I could still barely breathe as the other girls came around and stood in front of me.
"So, do you think what you did was funny?" asked what appeared to be the leader of this group.
I still couldn't speak.
"You're going to pay for what you did. Your fraternity has been harassing us for too long. It's time for some pay back and you're it."
I started to protest. I told them that it wasn't my idea and that I had tried to stop them, but they just stood there and laughed as I struggled. When I ran out of things to say the leader smiled at me.
"Strip him!" she ordered.
I opened my mouth to yell, but before I could make a sound the leader hit me in the stomach again and the girl who was holding me let me slide to the ground where I curled into a ball. They stood around looking down at me.
I gasped for breath and looked up at them. The girl who had hit me was really huge, like a woman shot putter or weight lifter. She had a Nordic look with blonde braids and was at least a half a foot taller than me and probably had about 50 pounds on me. The two girls from earlier were slimmer, like runners and both beautiful. I had often looked at them in English class when I thought they didn't know. The others were still a blur as I tried to focus my eyes, but they were all taller and bigger than me.
"If you yell we're going to kick the shit out of you," one of the girls said. "Now get up and keep quiet."
I tried to stand, but was still trying to catch my breath. I managed to get to my knees.
"You better get up unless you want to get hit again," demanded the ringleader.
I got to my feet and stood in the middle of the six girls.
"You know, I don't think we're going to have to strip you after all."
I didn't know what to say. I had been so shocked when I heard her tell the others to strip me that I was overwhelmed with embarrassment. I had never been undressed in front of anyone of the opposite sex in my life and the idea of it stunned me. Now I was hearing that they weren't going to do this to me and I was filled with relief.
"Thank you," I replied. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I wasn't a part of it."
"Oh, did you think I was going to let you off?" she replied. "No, that's not going to happen. I said we didn't need to strip you because I'm sure you can strip for us yourself. Now do it! Strip!"
I stood there astonished. I couldn't believe she was serious.
"Do you want me to hit you again? Believe me, if I let these girls strip you it's going to be a lot worse for you. Now do it! Strip!"
I slowly pulled my shirt over my head and pulled off my shoes. I was already embarrassed, because I'm a skinny little guy and these were big muscled women.
"Look at this skinny little shit. Are you a man or just a little boy?" one of the others asked and they all laughed.
I hesitated, but the leader took a step closer to me and so I started to unbuckle my pants. My heart was pounding and I was starting to sweat, even though it was rather cold out. I looked down at the floor as I unzipped my pants.
"Let's see if the rest of him is just as small."
This brought more laughter as I dropped my pants and stood there in my underwear. I stopped and couldn't bring myself to take them off.
"Are you embarrassed?" asked one of the girls who got the shaving cream from my frat brothers. "How do you think we felt walking home covered in eggs and shaving cream?"
"Oh poor little boy!" added the leader. "I think he is embarrassed. Are you afraid to show the girls how small you dick is? Answer me!"
"Please don't make me take off my underwear," I pleaded.
"You didn't answer my question. Are you ashamed of your tiny dick?"
"Yes," I replied.
Everyone broke up laughing.
"Now we really have to see it," added another.
"But I think he's embarrassed enough already. I mean here he is taking off all his clothes in front of six girls! I don't think we should make him take off his underwear too. That would be just too humiliating."
I looked at her hoping she was serious, but she had a wicked smile on her face.
"I'm not going to make you take them off, I'm going to let the girls do it for you."
I couldn't move. I wanted to run, but I was surrounded. I thought about yelling for help, but I'd already tried that so I just stood there.
