One day, a group of female bullies at Epstein's school decided they wanted to teach the quiet and antisocial boy a lesson for ignoring them. They cornered him alone behind the school building.
"Epstein, you think you're better than us?" the ringleader sneered. "Always staring off into space, never paying attention to us. It's time you learned your place."
The girls surrounded Epstein menacingly. "Strip," the leader commanded. But Epstein just shrugged nonchalantly. He made no move to remove his clothes.
Infuriated by his apathy, the bullies bodily ripped Epstein's shirt off. To their surprise, he showed no reaction at all, not even a flinch. Perplexed but undeterred, they yanked down his pants as well. Epstein's penis flopped out, fully erect at an impressive six inches.
"Wow, he's actually pretty big," one girl murmured, reaching out to stroke his rigid member. Epstein barely seemed to notice her touch.
"I can't believe he's not even getting off on this," another bully said in bewilderment. "He's like a total zombie." Frustrated, she hiked up her skirt, straddled Epstein's waist and impaled herself on his thick shaft. Still, he remained utterly impassive, staring off into the distance as if she weren't even there.
"Fuck, he's huge..." the girl panted, bouncing on him. "C'mon Epstein, don't you want to fuck me? Any normal guy would be freaking out right now."
"Ahh it's like he's not even in his own body," the leader remarked, craning her neck to peek beneath Epstein's flaccid face. His eyes were vacant, his expression a perfect blank.
They each took their turns riding him, slurping and sucking his cock while jacking him off. The whole time Epstein sat there limply, like an inanimate dildo, not uttering a sound or showing a flicker of interest. His dick just went through the motions, pumping out loads of cum as if on a timer.
In the end, the bullies gave up, wiping Epstein's semen from their thighs. "What the hell is wrong with that kid?" one asked.
"Who knows. Guess we'll never get a rise out of him, in any sense," the ringleader sighed.
They redressed Epstein's limp body and slunk away, defeated. The whole encounter had left them weirdly unsatisfied. Epstein may have been bullied, but he remained his usual spaced out self, refusing to engage on any level. The girls couldn't help but wonder what made him tick. Or if he ticked at all.