Get A Drink

You wake some hours later to find it still dark. You feel a bit stiff and still a little numb so you decide that after the day you’ve had, you deserve a pint and the walk to tavern downstairs. You shuffle out of bed, locking the door behind you and awkwardly descend the stairs.

You find your favorite barstool, looking around to see only a few patrons. Gawain one of your closest friends who is a bartender of the pub comes over, leans on the other side of the counter.

“So, are we having the usual tonight and how many to start?” He laughs. “It looks like you’ve had a hell of a time in the forest yesterday!”

You chuckle and ask to start with two ale’s. Gawain walks down to a barrel with a spirket on the back wall. Suddenly, you feel your cock to flop into open air no longer in the security of its fabric pouch. The sensation of exposure startles you and you quickly look down to check that you haven’t had a wardrobe malfunction. Your pants appear to be intact so you attempt to explain it away as one of the side effects of returning to normal. You shift on your stool in hopes of getting rid of the feeling, but weirdly you don't feel any movement at all. As you start to regain sensation in your body you begin to notice something's off. You don't feel your cock and balls pressing against your thighs. The sound of glass sliding across the counter snaps you back to reality.

“So, what happened yesterday that beat you up like this?”

You are trying to process his question before your concentration is broken as invisible fingers lift your flaccid dick by the head. Your face flushes with embarrassment, only to be assaulted again by the spectral tease blowing a powder over your cock and it aggressively springing to full mast. Rock hard and bobbing with each new pulse, your hands instinctively attempt to cover your crotch. To your horror, the fabric collapses under them.