Nope, doesn't matter how many baseball stats you remember.

That's all it takes. You feel your body spasm against your will, as uneasy ecstasy washes over you. Hearing the girls shrieking and laughing brings you back to reality.

"Oh my god! All I did was tap it! Talk about a hair trigger." The brunette laughs, as you sit there, your cock slowly shrinking. The laughter only growing.

"Wait until everyone hears about this." says the blonde cheerleader, as she snaps a picture of your mortifying condition. "Kinda sad that our new 3rd string quarterback is a little baby dick who can't hold his load, but we can't have any other women getting tricked into having to deal with this disappointment." You watch in impotent horror as she types something out and hits send, grinning up at you without a word.

"Alright. There. It's done. Can you let me go now, please?" you beg, hanging your head in complete humiliation.

"What do you think, girls?" says the blonde. "Should we let little trigger go yet?"

Before they can answer, Hannah steps forward, mercy in her eyes. "Alright girls, we've had our fun. Let him go."

The blonde glares at her for a moment, before untying you. "Fine." she says, before grabbing your hands and tying them behind your back, leaving you unable to cover your shame. "He's walking back to the dorm like that though. Go on baby dick!" She shouts, slapping your ass, sending you running back toward the dorms. Plenty of people see you, but you figure they'll all have seen you by the next day anyway.

Once back in your dorm, you find a knife, and cut yourself free. That night you lay awake, unable to get the sight of Hannah laughing at your tiny cock out of your mind. Slowly, your humiliation turns to arousal again, and you can't help but masturbate, the laughs of the cheer leading squad echoing in your head.