My Emasculation - pinned skinned and removed

It was the end of the first summer term and I was excited to have a long break, to go out, explore and do my own things.

I’d been out drinking with some college friends, stumbling out of the bar around 9 pm, when a couple of girls in a car pulled up like angels of temptation.

They looked harmless enough, or so I thought, and with the booze loosening my tongue and balls, I figured I might finally score. I got in the car as they offered to bring me for a ride - lucky me I thought.

I was still a virgin and I felt it worth loosing it for either of them.

Then they flashed me a photo that sent a chill down my spine. It was me. My heart raced. How the hell did they get my picture? They just smiled and said some friend handed it over.

They popped open a bottle of Coke and offered it to me, the cap was loose - already unscrewed. I enquired why it was open. Both played it off cool, claiming they’d opened a few bottles earlier but hadn’t touched that one.

I swallowed the lie - and the drink. Not long after, my head spun, the space around me tilted, and I must have blacked out, crashing in the back of their car.

When I woke, it was pitch-black and the air was thick with silence.

My senses scrambled to map the strange place, I didn’t recognise a thing. Then panic hit: I was tied down. Wrists, belly, neck, upper legs, ankles, all pinned tight.

Naked except for my underpants, skin bare and cold. A threadbare blanket lay over me, an eerie kindness in the madness.

Flashes hit me from earlier: the bar, my friends, the walk to the bus stop, the girls, the coke.

My pounding head screamed betrayal, had they slipped me something? Something dark hiding beneath that sweet fizz?