This story is fiction. All the participants are twenty years old or older.
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"You guys hold him down while I get his pants off!" Suzie yelled.
Eight sorority sisters held the wriggling Bart down. He was totally pinned.
"Let me go you bitches," Bart screamed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"We're gonna show you what we think of date rapists," Suzie calmly replied.
"What are you talking about? I've never raped anyone."
Cynthia appeared out of the crowd. "You remember me don't you? You fed me some dope and when I was woozy enough, you took my cherry. Then you laughed about it and told all your friends. You remember that don't you?"
"I didn't do anything you didn't want! Let me up God damn it!"
By now Bart was tied securely to the bed in the abandoned old farmhouse. He was a very strong guy but he couldn't overcome eight irate women.
Suzie held his pants high in the air. "Now we're gonna cut your shorts off of you," she said brandishing a knife. "If you wiggle, you'll get cut."
Bart watched in horror as the blonde cut his shorts off and threw them on top of his pants.
"Look at that pecker Cynthia. I'll bet you'd like to do something to that cock, wouldn't you?"
"Oh yeah!! Maybe I'll just cut it off! I could keep it in his scrotum if I whacked off his balls too. I could keep it around my neck on a string like a little purse."
Bart's eyes widened in terror as Cynthia approached the bed wielding the knife. She laid the knife blade on top of his cock. "Don't move now or you'll castrate yourself."
The girls all got into a big huddle. Bart could hear them giggling. Finally the girls broke the huddle and walked over to the bed. Cynthia picked up the knife and swung it dangerously close to Bart's dick.
"This is your lucky day, you son of a bitch. We're just gonna have some fun with you. Then we'll call your frat brothers and let them know where to pick you up."
Bart breathed a great sigh of relief. He wouldn't be castrated!
Cynthia approached him. "I'm gonna jack you off. When you cum, you'll do it in a little bottle. Then you're gonna drink it."
That didn't sound too bad to Bart. It was then that Bart noticed the welding glove on Cynthia's hand. It was rough leather and had a lot of external stitching. The smile he had been working on quickly disappeared.
"Let's get something straight asshole. This isn't your cock anymore. It belongs to me. I plan to share it with my sisters. I wonder how much cum you'll get to drink tonight? Don't let a drop escape your lips! My wrath would be terrible."
Cynthia roughly grabbed his cock with the welding glove and started stroking. At first it felt good but as time marched on it got more and more painful. "Oh, poor Bart. I'll bet that hurts doesn't it? It took my pussy three weeks to stop aching from the rape. I wonder how long it'll take to get your dick back into shape."