Not Before Stumbling Home

Knock Knock Knock...

"Get out, we're shutting up!" screams the doorman as he barges into the bathroom. His booming voice waking me from the trance like state I had remained in since Dadd.. I mean Charlie had left.

I rise slowly from from knees, legs wobbling as though they had forgotten how to move, how long was I on that floor? I ask myself. As I edge the door open and lock eyes with the doorman he pauses before...

"AHAHHAHA, Shit boy you got more than you bargained for tonight di'nt ya? AHAHA" his laughter doing little to ease my growing anxieties about the ordeal.

I try to shoot him a look, a look to say don't mention this again. A warning look intended to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest men.

"Don't pout like that at me boy, or I'll be the next one to put that throat of yours to good use!" He responds matter of factly, evidently more aroused than terrified by my totally manly look... I guess the fact that I'm still soaked in dried cum doesn't really aid my situation.

As I go to wash my face my arm is grabbed roughly and I find myself thrown out of the room and into the well lit club.

"I ain't got no time for you to make yourself look pretty slut. Go on get. Before I have my turn." He threatens with a smirk, forcing me to embark upon the infamous walk of shame back to my new dorm room.

As I stumble through my door, exhausted and still dazed from the nights events, my thoughts are clouded by the images of a night that I know I could never forget. All I can be is thankful that no one saw me on my return as I pass out on my soft new bed and await the next morning.