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May 1969
"Are you sure this is OK?" Mark asked as he surveyed the room. "I don't know if I can do it with somebody watching." "It's OK. Some of them like it rough. You can close the door, and we'll wait outside until you're done" It had all started three weeks ago when Mark, a junior in high school, had announced his choice of a college to his dad. His dad was a multimillionaire who was proud of his alma mater and of the fraternity to which he had belonged, and wanted his son to attend the same school. His daughter had opted to go elsewhere, but that was fine with him because all a girl needed was an Mrs. degree anyway, as all they ever did was got married and maybe teach school. Mark had decided to go to California instead of the prestigious Ivy League school when he graduated next year. Mark's dad, Paul, called the chancellor at the school, and then the captain of his old fraternity. He was a major financial contributor to both, and they couldn't refuse his request for Mark to visit. "I want my son to see what frat life is all about," He told the captain, "and I want him to have the best time that a sixteen year-old virgin boy can have, if you get my drift." Mark was in fact a virgin, and had never brought a date home. He was a good student, but slightly overweight and definately not an athlete. The visit was planned as a three day weekend for Mark, and it would be the first time that he had ever been away from home alone and away from his strict mother. He was met at the airport by one of the fraternity boys, taken back to the frat house, and introduced to his roomies: Tony, Greg, Warren, and Chub. "Chub?" Mark inquired, looking at the tall, thin man. "Just a nickname I picked up in the Army." Chub explained Mark figured that he was once sort of chubby and they had named him because of that. All of the guys were freshmen, and all but Chub were eighteen and had 2-S draft deferments until they graduated. Chub, in defiance of his father, had joined up on the day he graduated from high school. He wanted to be a part of what he thought would be the biggest event in his lifetime, amd he actually anticipated getting his hand on a weapon and "killing some gooks", as he put it. The Army sent the gung-ho kid to garrison duty in Germany, and he never made it to Nam. Now he was back on the academic track as a twenty-three-year-old freshman. The first night they all got pretty wasted on cheap wine before Warren set up the 16mm movie projector and showed some 'training films'. Mark knew that girls did things like that, but was still shocked. He went to bed drunk on his ass, and didn't even fully wake up when the blonde summoned by the frat captain crawled onto the bed and went down on him. He thought it all might have been a dream, but there was the lipstick on his shorts the next morning and the guys ribbing him about how big his dong was. They toured the campus the next day and got back late. Mark was told to check out one of the bedrooms, and found the girl with the bag over her head tied to the bed. "She's yours first." Tony told him. "It's part of the Delta initiation. We get some horny broad to pull a train for each of the initiates. You aren't a Delta yet, but we know that you will be next year. "What are the headphones for?" Mark asked, referring to the stereo headphones over the bag that was on her head, with The Doors singing 'Come on baby light my fire' and over on the eight-track tape deck. "We don't want her to hear any of our voices, in case she changes her mind later." "Isn't that rape?" Mark still wasn't sure he should do this. "Nope. Just free love. Like I siad, she likes it a little rough. If you aren't man enough you can just go back home to your mommy." That stung Mark, so he accepted the challenge, closed the door, and stripped for action. He had fantasized about having sex since he first started nasturbating, but this was the first time that he had ever had motive, opportunity, and means. The mere sight of the girl, his for the taking, gave him a hard on so he climbed on top of her. She recoiled at his touch and tried to struggle, but to no avail. He missed his target on the first two jabs, but found home on the next one and entered her. He met some resistance, but just pushed harder until he bottomed out and then started to hump. The door suddenly flew open and the lights came on, but he was over the edge and his climax was inevitable. The other guys started applauding as he rolled off of her, and then he saw the blood. "Jesus, he got to pop a cherry on his first time at bat! What a man." Tony exclaimed, and then added. "Anyone can do it alone in the dark. It takes a Delta to do it in front of other people. Just watch, and learn." Mark watched, both exilerated and ashamed as the three younger freshmen demonstrated the finer points of copulation. Chub went last, and Mark learned why they called him Chub. He had a cock on him that was unbelievable. It had to be a foot long, and three inched in diameter. His nuts, although nomal size, looked tiny in comparison. He always went last, they said, because he needed the lubrication from the others, and he stretched their twats out so far that they would be too loose for any normal person for quite a while. Mark took the plane home the next day, and slept most of the way. He had expected his parents to pick him up at the airport, but a family freind was there instead. Nothing was said on the drive into town, but Mark knew something was wrong when he got home, as a policeman was there. "Your sister, Marie, was assaulted last night," Paul said. "and your mother went to be with her." The officer explained that the girl had been at a party, and had apparently been drugged, then taken somewhere, possibly to another city, and had been repeatedly raped. She had been bindfolded, and wasn't able to identify her assailants. "Was she injured?" The father wanted to know. The officer looked at Mark, and then Paul, and didn't answer the question. "It's OK. He's her brother, and he has a right to know too." Paul said. "She remembers five people. The last one used some kind of, ah, implement on her. She has deep penetration wound and tearing that are not consistent with the size of a human penis, and the doctors are unsure about her chances to concieve in the future." Mark was starting to turn white when his dad asked if there were any suspects. "No, but there are several colleges within a hundred miles, so it could have been any group of boys that did it. It has happened before, but usually the girls are ashamed to press charges because the guys will say that they changed their minds afterwards. The only thing she remembers, other than the ride in the car trunk, was that someone kept singing 'light my fire'." "I know it was tough for you to hear that," Paul said after his son's fainting spell had passed, "but a crime against a virgin daughter is also a crime against her father and her brothers. I swear that I will have the balls of the men that took her virginity, even if it costs me evey cent I have and takes me the rest of my life. I want you to make the same vow, Mark."
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