Hello. Bit of a different story, with only male mess. Its also a femdom story, so it contains a bit of unwanted sexual interaction at first, before things warm up. Nothing serious, but it might not be for everyone. Consider yourselves warned.

Jonathan took a seat right in the middle of the theatre and settled in, he had a perfect view. He'd been looking forward to this movie for the past year, so made sure to stay up late in the hopes of getting a good seat, and as luck would have it, the place was deserted! He took off his jacket, just a tshirt underneath, and set it down beside him. He took a sip from his coke as the advertisments started up on the screen, and laid back, waiting for the film to start. He'd always enjoyed the adverts at the movies, they beat the crap out of anything on tv, so naturally he paid no attention to the two figures that walked past his view, and equally didn't hear them sitting down directly behind him. He only noticed another prescence when a sharp kick was delivered to the back of his seat. He didn't react. Maybe it was an accident?
'Thud'
Again! He span around with a glare, but his courage soon waned and his face dropped. He was met by two women about his age, early 20s, and even in the dark he could make out that they were attractive, one blonde and one brunette. They stared at each other for a second, before the girls giggled and jonathan quickly turned his head back in embarrassment. He'd never been good with girls, it was only by a stroke of luck that he was in a current relationship, and two attractive girls like that definitely intimidated him, atleast intimidated him enough so he wouldn't reprimand them for kicking his chair. Atleast the kicking had stopped forn now. After a few more minutes, the movie started, and Jonathan had largely forgotten about the girls. That was until he felt something brush against his earlobe. Did he imagine it? No, there it was again. The third time, it was obviously one of the girls stroking his ear. In a huff, he stood up and moved several seats down, the girls laughter and giggling chasing him all the way. He looked back over at the girls. It seemed they were quite well dressed, both wearing blouses, the brunette in a short skirt, and the blonde in jeans. They both seemed to have a wine glass from somewhere, perhaps they'd been out on the town, either way a strange accompaniment to their popcorn. He had a feeling they weren't here for the movie. Another minute passed, before he felt something hit his head. It stuck to him for a second, before peeling down his face, leaving a small sticky patch. Buttered popcorn! This was too far!

"Hey, do you m-m-mind!" Damn it. He stuttered. He couldn't have sounded less authoratative if he tried. This elicited a howl of laughter from the girls.

"Maybe we do m-m-mind" said the brunette mimicking him. They both got up and sat behind him again. The Blonde leaned in.

"We just wondered if you wanted any popcorn babe!" Jonathan could smell the wine on her breath, mixed with a delightful perfume.

"N-no thank you" he replied as politely as possible, hoping this would be the end of it.

"So, what this movie about?" Said the brunette, putting on a sarcastically interested tone. She jumped over the seats so she was sitting next to Jonathan, her short skirt riding dangerously up her leg as she did so.

"Uh, umm, well its in space you see, and theres these two factions, the rebels and the-"

"Haha! You are such a fucking nerd!" Interrupted the Brunette. "Whats your name?"

"Ugh, Jonathan..." he sputtered out.

"I'm Carla" She replied.

Before Jonathan could react, he felt something brush past his neck. Two knee high leather boots slid into his view, resting on his shoulders.

"And i'm Diane" came a voice from behind him. "Don't mind if I rest my legs here do you?" Jonathan was a bit panicked now, what did they want? The smell of leather filled his nostrils. He had to placate them.

"No, it's fine"

"Aww, you're so sweet, here, have some popcorn!"

A fistful of the dreaded buttered popcorn was thrown at the back of his head, a few bits sticking in his hair. He didn't dare react, he was beginning to feel trapped between this strangers legs. Both girls let out a laugh. The brunette, Carla, leaned into him and grabbed his arm, almost cuddling it.

"So, Jonathan, does a handsome little boy like you have a girlfriend?" She let out a little giggle.

"Yes actually, not that its any of your business!"
He was going to do it, he was going to put his foot down. He tried wrenching his arm upwards out of the girl's clutches. She didn't let go. This time he jolted it with as much force as he could muster. It flew out of Carla's arms, smacking her in the face.

"Ow. You bastard!" She seemed genuinely annoyed, despite being the instigator.

"Oh my God Carla, did he just hit you?" Said Diane, before quickly delivering a hard smack to Jonathan's ear. It stinged a lot. He tried to stand up, but felt the girl's boots cross over his neck and upper chest and tighten.

"You're not going anywhere after hitting her!" she growled.

He tried pulling her feet and legs off, but in a second Carla had jumped behind him and pulled his arms backwards and down over the Chair. Together the girls could easily overpower and restrain him.
"I think we should teach him a lesson, eh Di'? Hold still for a minute!"

Carla grabbed Jonathan's jacket off of the chair next to him, then pulled his hands back down behind him. She tied seveal very tight knots at his wrists with the jacket, then attached it to the bottom of his chair, immobilising him.

"H-hey, i'm sorry. Please! Let me go!" Said Jonathan, his voice had started to quiver. Carla jumped back over, followed by Diane on the other side.

"I think we'll have a little bit of fun with you first." Said Carla with a menacing tone. "Now, lets tie your legs!" In one swift movement, she grabbed his trousers and whisked them down, then shook them off over his feet. Despite his kicks, she was able to wrap his legs up in his trousers and bind them beneath his chair in a similar fashion to his arms.

"Well, well, well... what is... this!" Diane prodded his crotch. There was an obvious bulge in his grey boxer shorts, in the panic, he hadn't realised how turned on he was by these two girls grabbing and pulling him.

"Please don't..." he said

"Don't worry, I know what to do!" Said Carla. She picked up his coke cup and pulled open his boxers, both girls peering at his cock.

"So big for such a little boy!" Exclaimed Diane.

"Lets make it go down!" Replied Carla. She poured about half of the cup of coke along with most of the ice in it over his genitals.

"Aghhh... uuuhhh..." Jonathan could only moan as it happened, the extreme cold shooting through his lower body.

"Aww, I think hes enjoying himself!"

"Dirty boy!" Carla stood up and poured the remainder of the coke over Jonathan's head, both girls cackling with laughter as she did so. It instantly felt sticky, his t-shirt clinging to his body. Diane added to this by throwing her half full wine glass in his face, the deep red staining his white t-shirt. All Jonathan could do was bow his head and wait.

Carla noticed something on the floor. She picked it up. A wallet! It must've fallen out of Jonathan's pocket. She opened it and looked inside.

"Jonathan Cape! Hey Di', see if you can find him on facebook or something." Diane tapped away on her phone.

"Oh my God, look!" Despite his already humilating position, Jonathan blushed a deeper red when she turned her phone. It was his profile picture of him and his girlfriend. "Hmmm... 'Rosie'... " you are the love of my life". Awwww, little Jonathan is such a romantic!"

"Please Stop!" He called out. He felt this was a bridge too far, delving into his personal life. All he got in reply was a giggle. The girls started peeling his top up, revealing his upper body. Carla stroked one of his nipples, shocking him like a jolt of electricity, much to their amuesment. They lifted the shirt over his head and let it fall down to his bound arms, leaving him feeling very exposed.

"How about some more popcorn" said Carla, putting on a sweet voice. This time, instead of throwing it at him, she gently put it too his mouth, letting out a meek moan when he licked it off her fingers. Maybe she was getting a bit more out of this than a good laugh? The moment was interrupted by Diane grabbing the bucket of popcorn.

"I think hes had enough to eat, lets dump it on him!" She lifted the bucket up, and slowly upturned it over his head. The liquid butter fell first, soaking into his hair and running all down his face and shoulders, this was followed by the popcorn, a good amount of it sticking to his skin. Both girls howled with laughter. Jonathan on the other hand could only shake his head in disbelief, he felt like a popcorn pin cushion.

"Well, looks like we've messed him up pretty good" said Diane. "Shame about wasting the popcorn, but I think it was worth it."

Carla, meanwhile, had a funny look in her eye. She picked up Jonathan's wallet and stood up. "Diane, come with me, i've got an idea!" Her friend looke puzzled for a moment, but stood up anyway. They turned to leave, but Carla spun back around. She leant in and grabbed Jonathan't crotch in a tight grip, he could feel her nails digging into his erect cock through his boxers. "If you scream or call for help, you will regret it!" She span back around and the two girls left the room.

Tears started rolling down Jonathan's face. It was all too much. Them finding out about his girlfriend, teasing him for it, it was so humiliating. Then the mess! He shifted his arms, some of the pepsi and butter dribling down there, sticking his skin together! No, there was something else too. While he definitely loved her, Rosie was certainly outclassed in looks by his two tormentors. She was a geeky girl with glasses and freckles, and here were two beautiful mature women, teasing him, making him erect! It almost felt like he was cheating on her. He felt disgusted with himself for getting turned on by the humiliation, sorry for Rosie, for what he was doing to her, but ohhh so turned on by what these girls were doing to him.

Jonathan was snapped out of his moral dilemma by the two girls returning, carrying several cardboard food boxes.

"We brought you some treats!" Said Carla. "And I suppose we should thank you, you did pay for them after all!" She threw his wallet down on the floor, causing Jonathan to groan. As if he didn't have enough on his plate without all of his savings being spent.

"Uhhh, where do we start?" Said diane, obviously unsure of what her friend had planned.

"We'll start with his mouth!" Replied Carla. She pulled out a small tube of lipstick and brought it up to Jonathans face. "Now keep still, remember what I told you?"

He kept as still as possible while she roughly applied it to his lips, not caring whether it got smudged a bit here or there.

"Now hand me a hotdog" Carla demanded from her friend. Diane was giddy as she took a foot long hotdog out of one on the boxes and handed it over, watching intently what her friend was going to do. "Open wide Jonathan!" He kept his mouth shut. Carla placed her hand on his cock. "I said, open..." her tone convinced him this time, and he opened wide. Quickly and forcefully, Carla shoved the hotdog, bun and all, into his mouth, its tip tickling the back of his throat. He let out a gagging noise as Diane burst into laughter. "You'll keep that there if you know whats good for you." Said Carla, squeezing his cock. Jonathan just moaned and nodded.

"Now we've done his mouth, lets move on to the ears!" Carla exclaimed. "Have you got the gum?"

"Yeah... sure, why though?" replied Diane, pulling a big wad of chewing gum from her mouth.

"You'll see!" Was the only reply she got. Carla picked up two pieces of popcorn and shoved them in each of Jonathans ears. He shuddered at this unfamiliar feeling. She followed up by squishing a lump of gum into each one, creating very effective earplugs. All he could do was watch the girl's lips move, their voices just a dull murmur.

"Is it time?"

"It's time"

"How many"

"Four whole boxes. You do his head and chest, I wanna go down there"

"You're such a perv"

"I know, thats why you love me!"

Jonathan watched with trepidation as Diane lifted the box of cheesey nachos over his head and slowly turned it over. The heavy gloop slowly rolled over his crown, before she upturned the whole box, a cascade of the stuff running down his face, neck, and back. This was followed by a seperate container of sour cream being tipped over his shoulder blades, clinging to them firmly, as if a giant seagull had just passed over. Diane took great pleasure in finishing off with a quick emptying of salsa over his head, mixing with the cheese. It smelt strongly, a few dribbles finding their way past the hotdog and into his mouth. Carla meanwhile had started by massaging the sour cream into his feet and legs. This was followed up by the salsa. She made sure to cover every inch. She grabbed a hanful of the cheese and splatted it against his stomach, before rubbing it in, repeating the same process by sliding a hand behind his back, her fingers even finding a way to rub some against his ass.

Diane now moved on to her second box. She quickly dumped more of the sour cream over Jonathan's head, his hair becoming very heavy. She leaned over and made sure each arm had a good coating of sour cream and salsa too. Next she poured the cheese all down his front, massaging it into his pecs, the nipple stimulation adding to the intensity.

"All done!" Said Carla.

"Wow, that was quick, but time does fly when your're having fun" replied Diane. She wiped her hands on a chair and pulled out her phone, then leaned in and took a selfie with their captive. "Hah, maybe i'll send it to his girlfriend!"

"Well, lets just hold onto it as blackmail, so he doesn't tell on us."

"You are so evil Carla"

"I know. Now why don't you go and bring the car around, while I make it clear to Johnny here that hes not to come after us"

"You got it!"

Jonathan watched as Diane left the room, Carla too waiting until she was gone. She peeled back a bit of the gum, just enough so she could hear her.

"I'm not done with you yet..." Jonathan moaned around the hotdog in his mouth, unsure of what was going to come next. Carla pulled out another box of nachos. "I saved one, just for us!" She said with a wink. She got down on her knees infront of him and slowly pulled down his underwear, his cock flopping out, upright. "Ohhh, such a good boy" Carla said, taking a scoop of the cheese and pressing it into his cock. Jonathan gagged on the hotdog in his throat as a powerful sensation coursed through his body. Carla picked up a handfull of salsa and began kneading it into his balls. The spicy sauce instantly set them alight, waves of pain and pleasure radiating from them. The sounds from Jonathan were more intense now, triggering Carla to push the hotdog in further.

"Ghleh"

Carla giggled.

She pulled it out again, then pushed it down his throat some more.

"Glegh, glegh."

As she was fondling his crotch, spreading out the spicy sauce, she kept fucking his throat with the hotdog, Jonathan replying with a chorus of pain and pleasure. He could feel himself building to a climax, but the brunette took her hand off his crotch. "You don't get to cum until i've had my fun!" She said. The girl scooped up a handful of nacho cheese, however this time instead of depositing it on her captive, she opened up her skirt and panties and poured it in. Carla let out a loud moan as she lowered her hand in, swirling the thick mush around over her pussy. "Ohhh yeah, now where were we." With one hand down her pants, she re-grasped the hotdog, and began rapidly shoving it in and out of Jonathan's throat. Both of them sounded like wild animals as Carla neared climax, her hands busily working away.

"Gleh Gleh Gleg"

Just before coming, she pulled the hotdog out of Jonathan's mouth and kissed him, her face getting covered in sauce in the process. She shuddered for a good thirty seconds, not once breaking away from the embrace, their lipsticked lips massaging eachover.

"Ahhh, huuuhhh, good boy, good boy." She said sweetly. "Now lets finish you off..." Although his mouth was free, Jonathan was speechless as she got down on her knees again and started pumping his cock. Suddenly, Carla scooped up a handfull of sour cream and reached around to his ass, smoothing it everywhere. Her movements became more precise as her index finger began to swirl around his asshole. Jonathan let out a loud moan, he felt electric, Rosie would NEVER touch him there. As her finger entered, the pumps on his cock became too much, and a stream of white cum shot out onto Carla's face. Both of them sat back exhausted.

A minute later, Carla stood up. She picked a napkin up off of the floor, wrote something on it with a pen, and wiped her face and hair clean, before depositing it on top of Jonathan's head. Jonathan just sat there stunned for a few more minutes, staring at the moving pictures on the screen before him, the light shining off of his messy coating. Eventually, he managed to shake his bonds loose, quickly wiping off as much of the mess as possible. It felt so dirty putting his clean clothes on over his filthy body, but he had no choice. Once clean, he snuck out a fire exit and called Rosie.

She was in tears on the way home, seeing her boyfriend in such a state. As much as Jonathan appreciated her concern, he could never tell her the truth. As he sat beside her in the car, dripping onto some plastic bag covered seats, he made up a far fetched story about some group of thuggish boys pinning him down and covering him in food, Rosie thankfully not noticing his own cum in his hair, which certainly would've added a new dimension to the story. She urged him to call the police, but Jonathan stood firm and convinced her it wasn't worth it, that they probably wouldn't be caught, the usual waffle. He found his mind wandering in the car, thinking back to what had just happened. He felt bad about lying to Rosie, but nothing that amazing had ever happened to him before. Rosie turned her head to check her blind spot and one of her pigtails brushed his arm, catching a bit of cheese on the end. His erection reappeared. Jonathan was going to have to make a descision.

When they got home, Rosie played the loving girlfriend, even going so far as to scrub his back while in the shower. She started tearing up again when seeing his ass and crotch covered in mess, assuming he had been further humiliated by his made up gang, rather than the truth. Of course, a warm mug of hot chocolate was waiting for him when he was done, giving Rosie time to pick the chewing gum out of his ears, then she dragged him to bed.

"How do you feel Johnny?" Rosie asked

"Ok now, thanks Rose"

"I'm still so worried, I can't believe what they did to you!"

"It's ok sweet, it's ok. Come here" He pulled her into a cuddle.

"Hmm, you still smell a bit of chee-" He pulled her hand over his erect cock. "T-tonight?"

"Mmmhhhmmmm" Johnny replied.
Rosie timidly pulled his cock out. Still being quite new to sex, she messily rubbed his shaft, still worried about what was going on with Jonathan. He wasn't usually this forward with her!

Jonathan meanwhile, was reliving the past day in his mind. The Blonde's boots wrapped around his neck, the coldness of the coke on his crotch. He rubbed his hands where they had been tied, the phantom rope still lingering there. Then came the hotdog! Jonathan pushed his mouth against Rosie's and sucked on her tounge, despite her squealing in protestation. He guided her hand to keep pumping. The ear plugs of course, and the cheese! It had covered his head, his body, his arms legs. He started fucking Rosie's hand, holding her reluctant head in the kiss. What next? Carla! Oh, lovely Carla. He could practically taste her lips on his. She had fucked him good, how must it have felt for her? She moaned for so long and then she... Jonathan slid a hand down the back of his pajama bottoms and pressed on his ass, instantly causing him to blow all over his girlfriend.

30 minutes late, Rosie had changed clothes and drifted off to sleep, concious to leave a gap in the bed between herself and her 'new' boyfriend. She was more shocked by the days events than he was. Jonathan didn't care. He got out of bed, and went to his drawer. Silently opening it, he pulled out a dirty, cum stained napkin, and put the number on it into his phone.

"Hey Carla."

"Hello Jonathan..."