After the last incident, I decided to lay low for a while. The reality of what had happened really hit me. I had pretty much raped Sarah while Melissa and Linda watched. Everything I did that day was so uncharacteristic of me. Sarah had pushed me so far with everything she'd done to me, but I know that's no excuse for what I did to her in return.
Besides my remorse, my balls were also really sore from the way Sarah had gripped them and pulled on them. For more than a day after the incident, they were swollen and discolored. I kept a cold compress on my balls for nearly two days and the swelling finally went down, but four days later, Sarah's claw marks were still a dark purple.
Even if I had the courage to go over there and deal with the girls, my balls were too sore for me to risk doing anything with them. Those girls, especially Sarah, had a way of making me end up naked somehow or another and on two separate occasions, Sarah had tortured my balls and left me in some serious pain.
Not only that, but the things they did to me were really embarrassing. It all started with Melissa giving me that massage and finding out how small my cock is. Then, I came in her hand and she made me jerk off for her and for Sarah. That was just the beginning. After that, they stripped me naked in my own living room so they could show my little cock to Linda and April. Then there was the strip basketball game.
This latest incident was the worst one yet. Sarah said she'd sent some of those compromising pictures to Tiffany, who had a crush on me. I'm sure after seeing those pictures, there was no way she was going to want to have anything to do with me. I had no desire to face her. Doing so would be so embarrassing. She'd probably laugh right in my face.
For four days after that incident, I stayed in the house and didn't go outside at all, not even to get the mail. My phone rang and the girls kept leaving me voicemails, including Sarah, Melissa, Linda, and even April. They also sent me more than a dozen texts a day, but I deleted them all without listening to the voicemails or reading the texts. I didn't want to be tempted to deal with them and end up doing something stupid or being the butt of one of their mean jokes about my cock.
Sarah was the meanest. Not only did she laugh at my little cock and make fun of it repeatedly, but she squeezed my balls to the point that I practically passed out, not just this last time, but when she was trying to get me to show my little cock to her friends.
Melissa was a little mean, too. She wasn't nearly as bad as Sarah, but she liked making fun of my cock. She even admitted to me and everyone else that she got turned on by making me embarrassed. That wouldn't be so bad if she didn't like to do it in front of her friends at my expense.
April wasn't so bad, I guess. With her tiny tits, she was in kind of the same boat as me. She never really was mean to me, I guess, so I decided not to hold anything against her.
Linda was really the only one of the bunch who ever took up for me. And now that I think of it, she did it all the time. She never made fun of me and she always took a neutral side or stood up for me when I was being too much of a pussy to take up for myself. Maybe I shouldn't have ignored her calls or texts. It didn't matter now, she'd stopped calling on the second day.
Then there was Tiffany, a beautiful girl that would have been any man's dream. She was nothing like any of the other girls. Where they were party animals and socialites, she was quiet and reserved. She also had that girl next door appeal, while at the same time, she looked like she could be a glamour model. Whenever she talked to me, she seemed like she was happy to see me and a little shy. That always struck me as odd, though. As pretty as she was and as friendly as she was, I figured she would have had guys fighting for her all the time. I'm sure she can't go anywhere without a dozen guys hitting on her. That made me wonder what she could see in me.
Here it was five days after that last incident and I was sitting in my living room with only a shirt on, sitting on a towel and watching TV by myself.
The doorbell rang. I had no intention of answering it, but I thought it would be in my best interest to see who was there. I peeped through the peephole and was shocked to see a cop standing there. Fuck! Sarah must have gone to the police. I started to panic.
I ran back into the living room, then froze in place as the doorbell rang again. I pulled on a pair of shorts and realized delaying the inevitable wouldn't help me. I had to face up to the trouble I was in.
I opened the door.
"Steve?" the policeman asked.
"Yeah," I answered. "That's me."
"Do you mind if I come in?"
"Uh, sure," I opened the door and let him in.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I got a call from one of your neighbors."
"Yeah?"
"A miss Linda..." and he said her last name, but I couldn't make it out. It sounded like it stated with a V and ended with a Z, but I couldn't make out what he said in between. "Do you know who I'm talking about?"
"Linda? Yes. I know her." Why would Linda call the cops on me? I didn't ask it out loud, but he must have known what I was thinking.
"She said she hasn't seen you in several days and that your car was home."
"Yeah?" What the hell was he getting at?
"She said you'd been injured and she was worried something might have happened to you."
"Oh?" Now, I get it. Linda had sent the cops to see if I was okay. "I'm fine now."
"That's good to hear. I suggest you call your neighbors and tell them you're okay."
"I'll do that," I said. We exchanged a few pleasantries before the policeman left. As I was opening the door to let him out of the house, I was startled to see Sarah standing in front of my door. Shit! What did she want? She had a bruise on the side of her face, which she obviously tried to cover with make-up.
Seeing that bruise on her face, although that was Linda's work, not mine, made me that much more worried she would say something to the policeman, but Sarah only smiled politely as the policeman left, like she had no interest whatsoever in talking to him, then rushed to the door before I could close it.
"Can I come in?" Sarah asked.
"I don't think now is a good time," I said.
"Please? I just want to talk to you," Sarah pleaded. "I'll only take a few minutes and I'll leave when you ask me to leave."
"No, I'd better not..." I started closing the door.
"I just wanted to apologize," Sarah said quickly before I got the door closed completely.
"What?" I opened the door again, certain this was another trap.
"Please, let me come in for just a minute. I need to apologize properly."
"Really?" I was incredulous. I opened the door and let her in. "Would you like to have a seat?"
"No," Sarah smiled painfully and giggled a little. "It's still hard for me to sit down. Check it out." She turned around and lifted her skirt slightly, not enough for me to see anything at all. "Go ahead, lift it up."
I gripped the bottom of her skirt with my hands and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She wasn't wearing anything at all under the skirt. Her ass was bruised on both cheeks from where I had been hitting her. Even after five days from the time I'd beaten her ass with my hands, there were no signs of healing.
"Wow," I was regretful for having done that to her. "Did I do all that?" I asked.
"And more," she nodded, turning slightly to show me her hip where I had clawed my nails into her skin. There were several crescent-shaped bruises where my nails had dug into her skin. "It's worse on the other side," she said, turning around to face me, unashamedly flashing her pussy to me in the process. I never thought of Sarah to be shy, but to show herself naked to me in that way seemed to me to be somewhat submissive for her. Every other time I'd ever seen her, she'd been the one in charge. Now, here she was being submissive in front of me, showing me the bruises I'd inflicted on her.
I was taking it all in, but I was still remorseful. I squatted down in front of her to get a better look at my claw marks. I ran my fingers across her flesh, feeling the indentations and raised bumps where her skin had bruised and had swollen. None of my marks had broken the skin, but they did leave some deep bruises.
"It's not going to scar, is it?" I asked.
"I don't think so." Sarah lowered her skirt again, gently smoothing it back in place.
"I bet some Vitamin E lotion would help a little," I said, although I don't know why I would think that. I guess it might help bruises or something.
"Yeah, well, I don't exactly have anyone to apply it right now," she explained. "Nobody is talking to me. Well, Linda is a little, but she just yells and tells me what a bitch I am."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, but it's true. I, well, that's why I'm here."
"Because Linda sent you?" I asked.
