I watched a gangrape happen about ten years ago and I still think about it constantly. That other guy's rape confession made me think about it. I was on an out of town bachelor party with a bunch of cops. My ex gf's brother was the groom to be. So long night of partying we go back to the hotel and I meet couple of girls and convince one really drunk one back to our room. We had like three guys a room to save money and since we weren't really going to be there in the room much.
So I get couple people to leave lock the door and we have sex. Pounding on door, guy needs to come in for something and I let him in. I go to the bathroom take a shit, shower and come out and there's like seven guys on her. I'm like wtf not cool. They are all cops too. I tell them to stop and they say to quit being a pussy. She was not into it but scared out of her fucking mind. I should have done something more. One guy like held her jaw open forcibly to get his cock in. I left. I was sick to my stomach. I came back in to watch the train wreck for some bizzarre reason. They worked that poor girl over for hours and hours. She was crying and yeah like the pussy they called me I let them get away with it.
The next morning when we were leaving the girl looked like she just had gotten out of a fucking warzone. Shaking, covered in red splotches, snotty face and I wanted to blow my brains out.
I broke up with my gf of 8years over the guilt and usually think about it every day at least a little bit. Sometimes I wonder if that night ruined that young girls life. She was very cute young college girl. Strangely enough I always think of every girl I date since than fucking other guys with me helpless. So don't be a pussy is the lesson learned.
