“Okay so Aiden, don’t be nervous, we’re going to try something new. It’s called do what I say and you don’t get your teeny tiny dick chopped off,” Ashley’s voice was cold and full of venom. He fought against the chair hard and Ashley and Spencer just giggled as they watched.

“Don’t bother. You’re handcuffed and I have the keys. So here’s what we’re going to do, you are not going to fight me when I get over there to take off your pretty little white lacy panties, which by the way I can’t believe you put on, dude, you should have had some dignity.” He heard Ashley move forward and felt her hands on his hips tugging the lingerie down. Swiftly, the blindfold was whipped off of his eyes and he stared into the lens of a video camera. Oh shit, his video camera. They’d found it. He was such a dumbass.

“So now what I want you to do Aiden is let everyone out there in the world know that you have a tiny penis just to start off with,” now Spencer was talking. Her voice was low and hoarse, probably from all the laughing she had just done. He felt sick to his stomach and she grinned from ear to ear.

“What if I don’t?”

“Then I call campus police, rip up my night gown and say you forced your way in here half naked and tried to get me to have sex with you. Your choice,” Ashley stated matter of factly.

“I have a small penis,” he muttered under his breath. His face was burning with embarrassment and no matter how he moved he couldn’t hide himself from the camera.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that! What did you say Mr. Basketball stud?”