“You think it’s funny taking other people’s property!?” the angry college student yells at Zed as he places the bike back against the pole.

Zed is laughing nervously, and honestly thought the bike was his. He thought it strange that it had no lock. But then saw his bike across the street just as the angry guy was running up to him.

Zed puts his hands up and is about to explain. He’s got his mouth open and is ready to speak when he hears another voice behind him.

“Why the fuck were about to go off with my friend’s bike, man!?”

Zed turns around and sees a group of guys approaching him. He doesn’t have much time to set things right.

“Look, gentleman,” he quickly says, “I thought it was mine.”

“Oh, you thought it was YOURS, huh!?” another guy in the group says.

They now have him surrounded.

“Look,” he turns to each one, “I, I’m sorr___”

“Can you believe this shit?” One of them says. “Thinkin’ that it was his? You believe that, bro?”

“I, I really thought…” Zed’s voice is shaky as he fumbles his hand outward to try and further explain.

“Maybe he’s right,” one of the group says.

“Yeah, maybe he is,” another one says.

This is interspersed with Zed trying to say something, anything, to make the situation better. But all that comes out is pieces of his voice as he keeps getting interrupted.

“Yeah. Since he thinks the bike is his,” the guy that was running up to him says, “maybe he’s got something that belongs to one of us.”

Zed looks back and forth between them. His eyes looking more desperate. His voice more anxious to speak.

“Yeah,” one of the other guys says as four from the group are getting closer.

It’s now or never, Zed has to say something.

As he starts speaking while saying, “Look, guys…”

Zed is still trying to explain himself as the four guys from the group grab hold of his arms and legs so he has as little movement as possible.

Zed is still trying to explain, words running quickly off of the fumbling curves of his tongue, but they’re not listening.

While they’ve still got him held in place, one of the other guys comes up to him and says, “Yeah, well, maybe I think this SHIRT is mine!”

As the guy says the word “shirt,” he uses both hands to grab hold of Zed’s collar and pulls his hands down in opposite directions. His body is thrust downward as the shirt quickly rips open. Splitting a quick tear all the way down to the bottom. As the man is angrily clawing at the sleeves, the fabric severing open beneath his grasping fingers, another person on the group comes to him from behind and reaches around his waist.

“And maybe we think these shorts are ours!”

Zed has no belt on, so the guy’s hands just blindly feels around on his shorts until they find the button. Then, as he’s unbuttoning the shorts and pulling the zipper down, the other guy tears the last few remaining strands of his shirt off. The fabric pulling from between his back and the backpack he has on.

Once the zipper’s down, his shorts are yanked down so hard that the skin on his legs giggle slightly while his butt bounces from beneath his underwear along with his still-covered penis.

They hold his legs up one at a time as they slide the shorts on the ground. Taking them away from him.

“Look,” Zed says breathlessly, looking around like a trapped animal, “You really don’t have to do this. It was a mistake.”

They collectively look amongst themselves and it appears an agreement has been reached. To Zed’s relief, the guys holding him in place let him go.

He smiles and crosses his arms over his bare chest and stands there with his back pack on and in his underwear.

“C-Can I have my shorts back?” Zed says.

No response, they just look at him. Zed nervously looks around and his instinct is to run.

“Dude, take the bike,” the original guy that approached him says.

“Mine is over there,” Zed quickly says as he darts in the other direction.

Zed’s heart jumps up in his chest when two of the guys grab hold of him again and walk him back to their friend’s bike. “Take it, man,” one of them says in this overly sweet, obviously fake voice.

“Yeah, you said you thought it was yours, so take it.”

He starts shaking his head no, but then sees all these college guys looking at him. They’re all eyeing him sternly, concentrating a hard stare that is practically shooting daggers at Zed.

“O-okay.” Zed agrees. At least he’ll have a way out of this situation.

“Except,” one of the guys says, approaching him.

Zed’s breath almost comes to a stop as he feels hands, again, grasping around his arms and legs. People have gathered, watching this situation unfold. “We just need one more thing which we,” the guy places his hand against his own chest, “Think is ours.”

Zed turns his head to the side. His eyes go wide and a gasp punches a hole in the back of his throat as it happens. A pair of hands are slapped either side of his underwear and then he feels his briefs quickly lowered, being pulled all the way down to his shoes. His now bare ass bounces while his exposed dick flops upward. They have him step out of it.

“Go on, get on,” they then say as they push him to the bike.

He puts one hand over his dick and nervously gets on.

He’s trying to balance himself with one hand as he rides off with not only the angry young college men looking at him, but many other people as well.

“If you’re going to ride like that,” one of them says as two come running up to him. They stop the bike from moving forward by putting their hands on the handlebars. One of them looks straight at Zed.

Zed looks back him as his eyes move slightly back and forth, afraid to fully look this guy in the face.

His eyes stay steely on Zed as he calmly places a hand on Zed’s hand covering his dick. He firms up his grip and then forces his hand up and out, revealing what he’s been trying to hide.

“Have an arm out for balance.”

He then leans in close to Zed’s ear and whispers, “Oh, and, ughhh, I called some friends, put the word out about you. They’re gonna watch to make sure you … get home safe.”

Zed gulps.

“And,” he leans in closer and lowers his voice to a hushed baritone, “if they see that you try to cover yourself in any way, we’re gonna not only report you but makes things a little more… difficult for you.”

The other person beside him coldly laughs.

The guy holding his arm pats him on the back and adds, “So, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll make sure that dick of yours is flapping in the breeze and everyone gets a goooood fuckin’ look at it. Do I make myself clear?”

Zed nervously nods his head.

They let him go as he rides off, one hand out while the other is on his handlebar. His manhood bobbing in different directions as continues to use his legs to peddle the bike forward.