It's a cliche to write this, but the next thing you knew -- literally the next thing you knew -- you were draped over a table with your pants down. Never in your life had five beautiful girls rushed at you; it was sensory overload.
They handled you like a Ken doll, peering down your briefs to jeer at, and snap pictures of, your babyish pee-pee. They'd meant to take turns jerking you off, but the whole experience was so exciting, you blew your load about two seconds after the brunette in pink touched you.
Now the blood was in the water. Not only were embarrassing photos in play, but you'd proven yourself a complete and utter wimp, a deserving whipping-boy for any girl's cruel amusement.