Post nut clarity

Post nut clarity hits like a sack of bricks and the situation at hand instantly sinks in. If I’m caught I’m gonna be now known as a certified sex freak around town (and jail) and not just a happless victim. The security footage without context looks like a lunatic hiding from staff until closing so he can prance around naked to defile the equipment.

Terrified, embarrassed, horny and ashamed, I run to the front door to escape this twisted nightmare. I run and push as I try to exit the door but not a budge. Frantically I switch to pulling and back to pushing again, denying the reality that I could be locked in here naked. Tears begin to well as I imagine being forced to watch security footage of this event the next morning. In my imagination the staff found me and called the cops, and once detained officers and staff alike both force me to watch the security footage with them . Handcuffed and for some reason still naked, I squirm as the room laughs histerically at both the footage and the utter pathetic spectical before them.

As all hope was leaving my body, my hand by chance brushes past a door lock. Grinning like a lunatic I turn the lock with a satisfying CLICK. “freedom “ I think to myself. My baby dick starts to pulse, excited, the horniess returns as I open the door. Now it’s just a naked stroll to the car, easy drive to my house, and days over no issue.