The Nightclub: Mitchell, off his head
Cocky clubber Mitchell always has to overdo it. Not content with having a few pints in the club he's always looking for substances to make his evening go with a bang. But tonight something is going to happen that will leave him utterly humiliated. He's about to learn what happens to vulnerable young men when they let themselves into the clutches of a group of cunning women.
The Orchid Lounge has become the latest happening nightclub in town and the queues snake right round the block with eager punters desperate to get inside.
Security is tight and not everyone makes it past the bouncers. Those who do will boast about it to their less fortunate friends for weeks to come such is the cult status the club has achieved.
Inside the dance floor is packed with heaving bodies gyrating against each other. The atmosphere is sexy and it's the perfect opportunity for flirtation.
Young Mitchell is taking a breather from the heat and noise, standing in the stairwell. He's pleased with himself - managing to get past the intimidating bouncers was no mean feat. He can't wait to tell his mates how cool it is when he next sees them.
As he stands he checks out the girls as they walk by. 'Damn!,' he thinks to himself, 'I wouldn't mind a go on that!'
'She'd definitely get it. Good and hard.' Despite his inexperience he imagines himself to be the ultimate lothario.
He grins, his natural arrogance boosted after several trips to the bar. But that's not enough for Mitchell - he's always looking to get more and more wasted.
Another woman struts past and he eyes her up and down, evaluating her as though he stood an actual chance with her.
He's got a feeling it's going to be the best night ever. With all these hot babes on offer he's sure to get the pick of the bunch!
He notices some casual acquaintances further down the stairs. They might know where he can get something a little stronger to make the night even more interesting.
Two guys are chatting in a quiet corner, chilling out from the packed dance floor."Eh up," says one of them seeing Mitchell approaching, "here comes trouble."
Mitchell rushes down eagerly. The two guys are slightly wary of the excitable young man knowing how out of control he can be.
"Allright fellas?" Calls out Mitchell greeting them. He doesn't really know them outside of the club scene but right now they are his best friends in the entire world.
"This place is fucking mental man!" He shouts still excited to be in such an exclusive club and overwhelmed by the number of hot women passing them.
"How's it going mate?" Unaware of their reserve towards him the young lad shakes their hands warmly like they were long lost friends.
"Did you see that girl that just walked past? DAMN! I wouldn't mind a piece of that." The others can tell straight away that Mitchell is far from sober and decide to try and get rid of him as quickly as possible.
"This place is the best," Says Mitchell enthusiastically. "Yeah - it's pretty cool," replies one of the guys, "my mate knows the DJ so we got in on the guest-list."
"So where does a guy go to score around here?" Asks Mitchell blatantly. If these guys are in with the DJ then they're bound to know.
"Go and see Roxy - in the red dress - she went past earlier. She'll sort you out"
"Cheers fellas. I'm off to get wasted!" Mitchell can't wait to go and find this mysterious Roxy and get himself sorted out for the evening.
The two guys watch him depart with relief. For a moment they thought they were stuck with him.
Roxy stands in her usual place and watches the world go by. Just behind the wall are massive speakers belting out the music at a deafening volume. It means she won't be overheard conducting her business.
She notices someone rushing towards her out of the corner of her eye and turns to look at the naive looking young man with amusement. This should be interesting.
"Hello?" She says as Mitchell approaches her. He's a little intimidated by the glamorous woman before him but manages to mumble a greeting.
He looks around to make sure no-one is watching. Roxy rolls her eyes. She's been doing this for a long time and knows that subtlety is better than making a big show of it.
He leans in very close as he's paranoid someone will overhear his request. He can smell her perfume and finds being so near to her distracting. But he manages to spit out what he has come to her for.
"Follow me," she whispers in his ear, "I'll sort you out."
Mitchell smiles as he follows her, looking forward to getting even more off his head. Roxy also smiles - she's seen an opportunity or some fun with this silly young man.
She leads Mitchell through the warren of corridors and to the mixed toilets. He follows obediently behind her, his palms sweating with anticipation.
She heads over to the cubicles - they will give them some privacy.
Roxy thinks the empty cubicle will do perfectly for her plans. She holds the door open and nods for the nervous Mitchell to enter.
He looks into the tiny space and a small voice in his head warns him against going in. But with Roxy's encouragement he steps inside sure it'll be worth it in the end.
Roxy squeezes in behind him - this is going to be fun!
She closes the door and locks it. Now she has him right where she wants him - trapped. Mitchell is going to regret entering the confined space with this cunning female.
A lad stood at the urinal suddenly hears some strange noises coming from the cubicles behind him.
Scuffling sounds of someone's body knocking against the door and feeble moans - he wonders if he should investigate.
Just as he decides he should go and get security the toilet goes quiet. He decides it's just a couple getting amorous and turns back to what he's doing.
The door to the toilet bursts open and Roxy comes out beaming with delight, clutching most of Mitchell's clothes. That was almost too easy!
She rushes away giggling to herself. That'll teach that careless young pup a lesson he won't forget in a while.
A guy at the sinks notices the beautiful woman as she passes and wonders what's going on. He can't help but check out her behind - that's one hot lady!
Roxy hurries out of the toilet before Mitchell can recover his senses and come after her. She had a feeling that tonight was going to be more interesting than normal.
Moments later and Mitchell comes staggering out of the cubicle wearing nothing but his shirt. "What the fuck?" He says out loud still not sure what just happened.
Mitchell looks around himself barely aware that his privates are exposed for all to see. He vaguely remembers some woman pawing at his trousers and then his underwear - but the rest is a blur.
He thinks he tried to resist but at the same time was turned on by her attentions. Whatever happened that bitch has all his clothes! His head starts to spin as he begins to realise the predicament he's in. Any second now security could walk in and throw him out! This isn't the fun night out Mitchell had in mind...
Mitchell was already pretty far gone before he even got involved with Roxy. Rather than pacing himself for the long evening ahead he's thrown himself into partying without a care. His poor judgement has left him in a very difficult predicament. With nothing but his shirt to cover his modesty he's now trapped in the toilets unless he can think of a solution.
The urge to relieve himself galvanises Mitchell into action and he staggers over to a free urinal.
He stands there unable to go, his mind replaying what just happened to him trying to make sense of it.
Even through the haze he realises he's in serious trouble. He looks down at his dick forlornly.
Try as he might he cannot go. He's so wound up but eventually he manages to empty his bladder.
As he sways back and forth he becomes aware of a man standing next to him. It seems perfectly normal to him to share his tale of woe - ignoring toilet protocol. "Oi mate - you won't believe what just happened to me!"
"Some fucking bitch has just stolen my clothes! What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" He wonders perhaps if this guy will be able to help him out in some way.
But the man just stares at him and Mitchell slowly starts to realise he won't be getting any assistance from him.
The man hurriedly zips up his fly and moves away from the strange agitated young lad. There's always a few guys like him in every club that are so wasted they spout gibberish.
He heads over to wash his hands glad that he knows when he's had enough. He'd never let himself get into a state like that!
A strange mood takes over Mitchell and he peels off the last remaining piece of clothing. After all, it's not as though his shirt is doing him any good is it?
Seeing the two men at the sinks trying their best to ignore him irks the young lad. Can't they see he needs help?
"Here," he says, scrunching his shirt up ready to throw it at the men, "you might as well have this."
He flings his shirt at the two over at the basins and it flies over to land in a messy heap.
One of the men looks vaguely at it but neither show much of a reaction. They realise it's best not to get into a conversation with someone so clearly off their head.
With a sigh Mitchell returns to the urinal to try and finish off. He's not able to think straight but knows he's desperate to finish peeing.
Just then the door to the toilets opens.
Carmen walks in to powder her nose. A woman has to make sure she looks hot all night long so she makes frequent trips to the toilet to fix her make-up.
She's followed by her statuesque friend Anna who almost immediately spies the naked boy stood in the corner.
A big grin appears on her face. 'What do we have here?' She thinks to herself, 'This could be fun!'
Mitchell has forgotten that the toilets at The Orchid Lounge are mixed and looks around in anger and confusion. What are these two women doing here?
"Hey!" He says, "You two shouldn't be in here!" Carmen looks round at Anna and the two of them exchange a meaningful look. They can see straight away that this lad is far gone and unlikely to put up much resistance.
"You should leave," Mitchell protests then gulps as he realises just how tall one of the women is as she approaches him. Carmen grabs his wrist - the two of them have found someone to play with.
"Look at this Anna," says Carmen, "I told you this club has everything. They've even provided a naked toilet attendant."
Mitchell's mind is still cloudy but her words remind him that he is totally naked and that could mean trouble. If these two went and got a bouncer he'd undoubtedly be thrown out on his arse. So he doesn't struggle when the two of them lead him over to the sinks. Perhaps they are going to help him?
The man who was next to him at the urinals turns to look at him as he leaves. Suddenly Mitchell feels uncomfortable. He'll be all alone with just these two imposing women and he has no idea what their intentions are.
"Oooh look at his muscles," crows Anna having no compunction about grabbing hold of his arm. Mitchell is bemused - what the hell is going on?
"Yes he looks like he's very strong," replies Carmen. The naive young lad cannot tell if they are mocking him or not.
Obligingly he flexes his muscles and the two women coo over him. Although uncomfortable Mitchell hopes their interest in him means they will help him get out of his predicament.
"Turn around," orders Carmen suddenly, "I want to take a look at your arse." Mitchell is aghast but her stern tone tells him it would be unwise to refuse.
Wondering why these two beautiful women are making such a fuss over him he obediently does as he's told.
Seeing such a tempting target, Anna slaps his peachy backside.
"Nice arse!" She says. As far as she and Carmen are concerned, Mitchell belongs to them now.
"Erm. Thanks!" He replies still unsure exactly what is going on. He feels trapped between the two women as they push and pull him about. Their compliments aren't very reassuring. There's something about to two of them that makes him very nervous.
Anna runs her nails down his back. The sharp pain pulls him to his senses a bit. "Hey, that's enough now," he exclaims trying to take control of the situation.
Anna stands up, towering over the suddenly terrified lad. "Oh?" She says, "I think it's up to <em>us</em> to decide when we've had enough."
"Yes," joins in Carmen, "you wouldn't want us to call security would you? You know what they would do to a snivelling little pervert like you don't you?" Mitchell can just imagine being dragged out into a dark alleyway and taught a very painful lesson.
He realises he has no choice but to go along with whatever the women demand of him. Even so he is shocked when Carmen boldly reaches down and grabs hold of his exposed penis.
He gasps as she takes it in her hand and starts to toy with it. He's never met women so self-confident before and doesn't know how to react.
He starts to sober up - the seriousness of the situation hitting him like a brick. These women can do whatever they like to him and there's nothing he can do about it.
"I'm glad you suggested we come here tonight Carmen - we're going to have great fun playing with this one," says Anna and Mitchell's heart sinks.
He tries to make light of it as the two women openly discuss him, thinking that if he plays along maybe they'll loose interest and let him go.
But their hands wandering all over him and touching his privates is starting to get him aroused.
He worries how the two of them will react if he becomes hard. They might get angry with him! But Anna and Carmen are well aware of the effect they are having on him and are determined to coax an erection out of him.
"Look at his willy," says Anna, "I think he's enjoying our company." Mitchell's penis starts to thicken and bobs about between his legs when Carmen lets go of it. He tenses up wondering what they'll do next.
"Isn't he naughty," says Carmen, "fancy getting a hard-on in front of us." Her tone is mock-severe but she can barely contain her laughter.
She slides her hand down again and starts caressing his testicles. His whole body stiffens at the women's touch. It's as though they are in control of his every sense.
He looks down helplessly as Carmen slowly strokes his engorged penis. It feels nice but at the same time he feels guilty for becoming erect in front of the two of them.
At that moment the door flies open sending Mitchell into a state of panic.
The man who walks in cannot believe his eyes and stares openly as he walks over to the urinals to pee.
Mitchell is terrified - what if this man tells on him? "It's not what it looks like!" He blurts out trying desperately to think of an excuse as to why he's stark naked and sporting an erection in front of two women. He's got a feeling things are about to take a turn for the worse...
Mitchell and the two women aren't alone in the dank nightclub toilets. Other people are coming and going - stopping to stare at the spectacle of the naked man being played with by Carmen and Anna. Mitchell is terrified that he'll be reported to the bouncers and thrown out on his ear. But that's the least of his worries as the two giggling girls become better acquainted with his body.
Mitchell bows his head in shame as the man at the urinals approaches him. What if he makes a fuss and calls security?
But apart from sniggering to himself and checking out Anna and Carmen the man leaves without causing a scene. But Mitchell cannot relax - not with his erect penis in Carmen's grip.
"His skin is so soft and smooth," notes Anna as she strokes him. Although she appears to be complimenting him it's of little comfort to Mitchell who just wishes they would leave him alone.
Before the door has a chance to close from the man's departure, it is pushed sharply open again and Roxy enters. A big grin appears as soon as she sees the naked boy being toyed with by the two women.
"I see someone's enjoying themselves," she says drawing Mitchell's attention away from what's being done to him.
It takes a moment for him to recognise her and when he does his eyes widen with shock. "Hey! Where are my clothes?" He demands. But Roxy ignores him and instead greets Anna and Carmen.
"You don't need to worry about your clothes," she says finally acknowledging him, "they're perfectly safe. Where you can't get to them." Mitchell gawps at her stupidly, wondering if he'll ever be allowed to get dressed.
"Do you two ladies mind if I join in?" She asks politely. Anna and Carmen readily agree - the more the merrier as far as they are concerned.
The women spin the protesting lad around making him dizzy before stopping him still so they can check out his unprotected backside. It's too tempting a target to pass up.
They shove him down over the sinks so they can get a better look. Mitchell whines in complaint but is aware of the power the three of them have over him.
Roxy pulls his buttocks apart to expose his virgin anus. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She asks the others and they nod their agreement.
"What are you doing back there?" Asks Mitchell feebly. He tenses up as he feels Roxy's hands on his arse cheeks. He doesn't like the attention his bottom is receiving - it makes him even more nervous.
"You're naughty!" Giggles Anna to Roxy. "I know," she replies, "but how often do you get the opportunity to do what you want with a naked boy like this?"
Carmen starts tugging on his penis again driving him wild despite his fear. It's all too overwhelming for someone in the state Mitchell is in.
"Can I be the one to do it?" Asks Anna and Roxy nods in encouragement - more than happy for the tall woman to do the honours.
"Do what?" Asks Mitchell panicking. "What are you going to do to me?" He considers pulling away - but the thought of what would happen to him if he ran naked onto the dance-floor keeps him in place.
He learns with a shock what the women have in mind when he feels a sharp pain in his backside as Anna jams her finger into him.
It's like nothing he's ever experienced before and it almost reduces him to tears. He buries his face in his arms as she presses deeper. All the while Carmen continues to pull his engorged dick.
"That really hurts," he moans blinking back the tears. But the women don't care about his feelings - they just want to have some fun at his expense.
The three of them burst into fits of laughter as Anna starts to fuck him with her finger. His cries of discomfort merely encourage them further.
Although her finger is very slim, to Mitchell whose backside has never been penetrated before, it feels as though something huge is being driven into him.
He gasps with surprise at just how much it hurts. "Please!" He begs but his pleadings fall on deaf ears.
He realises with a shock that these women see him just as a plaything - he'll get no sympathy from them. He'll just have to grin an bear it. Somehow.
"FUCK!" He says under his breath, trying not to make too much noise in case he's heard outside and other people come in to see what's going on.
The women cackle with delight as Anna rams her finger in and out of him. It's amazingly liberating having such complete control over a man and the power goes to their heads.
Mitchell's sphincter tightens around Anna's finger but he cannot stop her penetrating him over and over again.
He clenches his teeth to try and stop himself from crying out. The more she does it the more it hurts.
He cannot stop himself and lets out a guttural wail of agony. His anus feels like it's on fire!
"Let's get him on his back," says Anna, "I want to see his expression while I'm doing this."
Mitchell looks round horrified. But he puts up no resistance as the women hoist him up onto the sinks.
Anna gives him no time to recover before shoving her finger roughly into his rectum once again. Somehow it seems to be even more painful in this position but he tries to hide his feelings so as not to give the women the satisfaction.
His resistance is starting to wear down as his anus opens up for Anna.
Mitchell feels utterly wretched and debased from having his bottom penetrated like this. He hopes dearly that no one comes into the toilet while this is happening. But the women are enjoying themselves so much they don't want to stop.
Roxy idly plays with his penis and Carmen massages his testicles. The mix of pleasurable and painful sensations is almost too much for the poor lad to bear.
He wonders if the women will ever let him go. And if they do, where can he go? He can't hide in the toilets for the rest of the night!
Anna twists her finger around, probing inside his anal cavity. Just as he thought it couldn't get any worse the pain intensifies.
"I think he likes it. I'm going to try two fingers," says Anna barely able to contain herself.
"What? No fucking way!" Shouts Mitchell, the thought of it momentarily making him forget his place.
But Anna pays him no heed. She wants to do it so she will. And moments later she lines up two fingers and works them into his arse.
If one finger was painful then the two together is a hundred times worse. It feels to Mitchell as though he's being split in two.
He gnashes his teeth as Anna presses her fingers further and further into his anal cavity.
"Owwww," he howls as the woman fucks him. The intensity of the pain breaks through the haze in his mind and he feels it keenly.
He tries to breathe through the agony but suddenly hears something that snaps it all back into focus once more.
The door opens and a man walks in. He takes in the sight before him and has trouble suppressing a laugh. The women don't hold back however and shriek raucously. Mitchell clenches his mouth closed to try and stifle the urge to shout for help. Surely this evening cannot get any more humiliating?
The communal toilets are getting busier and busier as people come and go to relieve themselves. Each one of them gets to witness Mitchell's humiliation at the hands of the three women. He withers under their amused gazes. He has no idea how long he'll be here nor what else the women have in store for him.
The man has difficulty suppressing his laughter at the sight of the lad with his legs spread apart being finger fucked. In an attempt to make it look like he's going along with the joke, Mitchell manages a grin and a cheery "all-right mate!" as the man passes.
"You want to learn when you've had enough," says the man pointing at the humbled Mitchell, "you fucking weirdo." His crushing words make the helpless lad feel even more wretched.
He howls in pain and frustration. This isn't fair! It's not as though he asked these women to take advantage of him. All he wanted was a big night out and to get off his head - he never expected any of this!
Before the door even has a chance to close someone else comes in. Like the others he cannot help but stare and laugh. The women join in, proudly showing off their prize to the latest visitor.
"See boys," calls out one of the women elatedly, "this is what happens when you mess with Roxy." Mitchell sags - he wishes he'd never heard that name let alone tried to procure illicit substances from her.
"You've had your fun now let me go!" Demands Mitchell - unable to hide his anger any longer.
But Roxy merely looks down at him as though he were nothing. "But we're not finished with you yet," she says in a low, threatening voice. He's all too aware of who is in charge and holds his tongue.
She glances at his penis and testicles. "I bet you could do with shooting your load after all the stimulation you've received," she says meaningfully.
'What?' Thinks Mitchell to himself - suddenly concerned. That's the last thing he wants and he starts to panic. Even Anna withdrawing her fingers offers little relief.
"No no," he stutters, "you're all right. I'm fine. I just need to find my clothes." He struggles to get up in his weakened state.
"But think how much better you'll feel afterwards," chips in Anna sweetly. The women have to help him down off the sinks. Mitchell's body aches from being in the uncomfortable position for so long and his anus feels like it's on fire.
He staggers as he jumps down. Even when he is back on his feet he sways and his head spins. Right now he'd give anything to be at home in bed. He certainly won't be boasting about what happened on <em>this</em> occasion at the club.
He looks around for the shirt he discarded earlier but that seems to have mysteriously disappeared too. He desperately wants anything, no matter how small, to cover himself up with so he can leave the claustrophobic toilets.
He makes to pull away from the women to ask one of the men if he can borrow a t-shirt - but Carmen is having none of it and holds on to him firmly while Roxy grabs hold of his dick.
The two men at the urinals can hear the commotion behind them. Neither have seen anything like it in their lives but it goes to show what can happen if you let yourself get too out of control.
One of them finishes up and turns to leave. He smiles at the boy in front of him being restrained by the women who tower over him. "You look like such a twat!" He says to Mitchell as he pushes past them for the door.
Mitchell is almost in tears with the shame of it. He can image the man just leaving going straight to tell all his friends. The story of his debasement will be all round the club before the end of the night.
But Anna, Roxy and Carmen couldn't care less. They want to see Mitchell cum for them and they won't leave till they've made him perform.
Despite his discomfort, Mitchell finds their caresses starting to turn him on. Roxy gently tugs on his penis while Carmen massages his full testicles. He really doesn't want to be made to shoot his load, yet after being so wound up the idea of release is appealing.
The other man heads for the door back into the club, pausing to look once more and offer some advice: "If I were you mate I'd give them what they want. These women don't look like they're messing about."
He smiles to himself as he departs. He might have done a few stupid things himself in the past but he's glad he never let himself get into a state like that.
The women totally surround and dominate the naive clubber. They trap him between them and freely toy with his genitals. They know the power they have over him and it's exhilarating.
Mitchell can do nothing but watch forlornly as they manipulate his cock and get him all worked up against his will.
They cackle with delight - this has to be the best night out they've ever had! They might suggest to the club owners that they keep a captive boy naked for the female patrons to enjoy.
Anna moves to stand behind Mitchell and he can feel her towering presence as she runs her hands over his exposed torso. He gulps, intimidated by her sheer size.
The heat from their bodies and the smell of their perfume makes him dizzy. He feels like they are in total control of his body and emotions and he is just an object for them to use as they see fit.
Anna looks down at him proprietorially. It's a huge thrill having a naked man at their disposal. But he'd better do what they want or she'll waste no time in getting a security guard to sling him out.
So many emotions are taking over Mitchell he simply stands there dumbly. He feels angry at being used like this. Embarrassed at his predicament that's been witnessed by so many strangers. And filled with lust from having his penis and testicles played with.
"Don't try and fight it," whispers Roxy seductively.
"We'll get what we want one way or another," she says threateningly and staring him right in the eye. Mitchell gulps - he can see she means business. But part of him wants to try and hold back and deny her.
And with all the substances coursing through his system, he's not even sure he'll be able to do what she wants! He's never felt so out of control in his life.
He feels under intense pressure and is starting to reach breaking point. What should have been a fun night out for the young lad has turned into a nightmare. With the women surrounding him and egging him on he's suddenly overwhelmed...
With Roxy, Anna and Carmen clustering close to him, Mitchell is aware that there's no escape. He's constantly aware of his own nudity and how precarious this situation is. People come in and out of the toilets - it's only a matter of time till one of them reports him to security. But his anger at the way the women casually toy with his naked body is starting to be replaced by an intense desire for sexual relief.
Mitchell feels like he wants to cry. Although very much aroused with his dick throbbing in Roxy's tight grip, he doesn't like the thought of being made to cum on command.
The women are expertly manipulating his penis and stroking his testicles but despite all the pent up energy he tries desperately to resist.
But his dick is hard as a rock in Roxy's hand and his balls ache - full of semen. He knows how good it would feel to let himself orgasm.
At the same time with all the substances coursing through his system he doesn't know if he will be able to.
And what if he fails to give the women what they want? What will they do then? Will they drag him out into the club stark naked and cause a scene?
The women gasp at how much Mitchell's penis has grown. They know full well the effect they are having on him and relish the power.
Mitchell closes his eyes and tries to block everything out. But he can feel the women's breath on his exposed flesh and hear their mutterings.
Although he's been off his head many times before, he's never felt quite so out of control. It's a new and very scary experience.
"I'm not a performing animal you know. I don't just cum on command," says Mitchell getting frustrated. But Roxy just gives him a look that tells him all he needs to know.
"But that's <em>exactly</em> what you are. You're going to perform for us and do exactly what we want. Otherwise..." Roxy leaves her words hanging and Mitchell knows there is no point arguing further.
He feels such mixed emotions that his mind is awhirl. His body is responding to Roxy and Carmen's caresses and he resents just how easy it is for them to manipulate him.
"I don't know why you're even trying to resist," says Roxy mockingly, "we all know you won't be able to help yourself." Her words make him feel small and insignificant.
But he knows she's right. His resistance is already starting to weaken. The women's touches starting to drive him wild.
Roxy tugs faster and faster, her stroke more and more urgent as she determines to milk him dry of his sperm.
Knowing that he's not enjoying this makes it all the more rewarding for the confident woman.
Anna and Carmen certainly weren't expecting to have so much fun this evening. Normally their nights out never live up to their high expectations. But tonight is different. It's a night they'll be talking about for years to come!
Carmen squeezes his balls, knowing how much men like it when she does that. She too gets off on the power they are exerting over the helpless lad.
They don't have to wait long. Mitchell starts to moan as he feels a familiar sensation building deep inside him. There is no stopping now.
The women cheer as the first jet of semen shoots from the end of Mitchell's penis - but it's all background noise to him as he's totally focussed on the pleasurable feelings washing over his body.
All their teasing has got him very worked up and the sense of release is immense.
More and more sperm fires from Mitchell's penis and momentarily he forgets his predicament as the orgasm takes over.
Anna has never seen so much semen in all her life! Who'd have thought this petrified young lad would be able to produce so much?
But Mitchell carries on, gushing like a geyser as he ejaculates all over the toilet floor.
Roxy continues to pump his prick, determined to extract every last drop.
The sticky stuff flies everywhere as Mitchell experiences the most intense climax he's ever felt.
His balls churn as the liquid carries on squirting out. Soon they empty themselves and he finally feels the sense of release he so desperately needed.
A big grin appears on his face as for an instant he's more loved up than he's ever been in his life. He feels gratitude to the women for wanking him off and the world seems wonderful.
But the feeling doesn't last. Like all good things it comes to an end. And reality starts to seep back into Mitchell's consciousness.
Roxy squeezes the last few drops out from his engorged penis with satisfaction.
"There," she says, "that wasn't so bad was it?" But the warm glow is already starting to leave Mitchell and he becomes starkly away of everything around him.
Finally the women release him and he breathes a sigh of relief. Roxy wipes his mess off her hands and the women giggle and chat about what just happened. Now he's given them what they want their interest in Mitchell wanes.
The women congratulate themselves on a job well done. They've had fun but it's time to get back into the club and join their friends. And more importantly, share the intimate details of what went on in the toilets.
"What?" Says Mitchell hazily aware that he's still undressed. "Where are my clothes? What am <em>I</em> going to do?"
But the women have had enough of him and leave without so much as a goodbye. "Come back!" He pleas pathetically to their retreating backs.
He looks around him suddenly totally exhausted. After all he consumed earlier, then the way his body was manipulated and finally being made to cum has all taken its toll. He sways, barely able to stand up. Suddenly the floor in the corner looks nice and inviting.
Perhaps if he just lays down for a few minutes the room will stop spinning and he'll feel better. Seconds later and he shuts his eyes and is out like a light.
But his nap is interrupted a short while later and he comes to with a start. 'What's going on? Where am I?" He thinks to himself. He's aware that he's cold and that his body aches from the hard floor. But he's still weak and can barely move.
Other people have come into the toilet. They stop, stare at him and laugh before going about their business. Mitchell is confused. How the hell did he get into this position?
He rubs his eyes, trying to remember. Jumbled images of very tall women enter his thoughts. Then feelings of humiliation. He tries to piece it all together.
Time passes by. A woman walks past and burst out laughing at the sight of the naked boy sprawled on the floor. Mitchell is in shock. Is she one of the women from his nightmare?
He looks around at the people coming and going, all towering above him as though in a dream. He feels pathetic and vulnerable. Was it real? Did it happen or did he have a bad trip?
He sits up as two more women walk in. No one offers to help him - they all find the sight of him too funny. And he realises with a sinking feeling that he's destined to spend the rest of the night crouched here on the filthy toilet floor being stared out while stark naked. It will be a long time before young Mitchell gets off his head again!
