Do it...

You swallow your crippled pride, with watery eyes. The make-up on your face smudged and now running... whether you knew it or not you running mascara made you look like some kind of goth-twink. That didn't stop them all from staring at you like a pack of hungry dogs. Your soft naked flash shivering at the thought, if you didn't feel so damn silky right not you wouldn't be fighting that repulsive throb from between your thighs!

You really didn't need to be getting hard right now, when you should be terrified and disgusted. One of the frat boys knelt down to stroke your chest, drawing a little line around your nipple with his finger and slipping that pleasantly warm palm down your taut stomach and lingering over your bald pubis. If not for your cock even you would question your gender right now... like they wanted.

"O-okay, I-I'll do it." You whisper in a grumble.

"Not good enough sweet cheeks," Their leader speaks rounding behind you and whispering in your ear another unwelcome but warm hand gliding down your back... a thick finger tracing the soft divide of your ass as it sat on the cold concrete. "You're going to have to speak up, and use a little less base, no pretending to be a man remember." He nibbles on your earlobe and you pull away. "Say this exactly and look into that camera." He pointed out the cellphone being pointed at you and tole you what you had to say.