3rd Strike!

“Hmm. Seems like I won’t be letting you go. Remember what I said? No questions! That is your 3rd strike, you better hope your packing. Boys hold his arms behind him.” Ned said through a big smile.

Before Josh could even react his arms were whipped behind his back and he could not even move them an inch. That is when the laughter started and the insults. Due to the shower from earlier, all his had was a 1 inch nub, albeit not much worse than usual.

“Bro no fucking way you tried to get into a frat with that!”

“Am I being pranked? No way this dude isn’t wearing a prosthetic penis.”

“I don’t think my penis was ever that small, not even as a baby!”

“For his sake I hope he is a grower because that thing is microscopic!”

The final statement is what horrified Josh the most though, something he would remember for his whole life.

“The girls will love this! Lets bring him into the party. A bunch of drunk girls around him, what could go wrong!”

Right as he was about to protest and beg again, he was handcuffed behind his back by Ned, and near instantly thrown right into the sorority house with the door shutting behind him. Instantly Josh faced the door and was met with a dilemma. Facing the door kept his penis out of sight from the girls, but he couldn’t open the door since his hands were behind his back. But, if he wanted to leave he would have to turn around exposing himself to the girls.