With the boys

You stalk away from Jordyn, your shoulders hunched and your fists clenched at your sides. As you approach your friends' table,

Bubba looks up and grins, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement.

"Well, well, well,' he drawls, his voice loud enough to carry over the jukebox. "Look who's back. How was your little date with the

tranny, Johnboy? Did she measure up to your high standards?'

The table erupts into raucous laughter, and you feel your face flush even redder. You open your mouth to retort, but Bubba cuts you

off.

'Oh, come on, Johnboy,' he says, his grin widening. 'Don't be shy. We all want to know. How'd you measure? Did you even get it up?"

You glare at him, your jaw clenched so tight you think your teeth might crack. 'Fuck off, Bubba, you snarl, your voice low and

dangerous. 'It's none of your goddamn business.'

Bubba's eyes widen in mock surprise, and he holds up his hands in surrender. 'Whoa, whoa, whoa,' he says, his voice dripping with

false innocence. I'm just asking, man. No need to get all bent out of shape."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. 'I said fuck off,' you repeat, your voice flat and cold. "I don't want to talk about

i t .

Bubba stares at you for a moment, his grin fading into a look of genuine confusion. "What's your problem, man?' he asks, his voice

turning serious. "You've been acting weird ever since you met that chick. What's going on with you?"

You hesitate, torn between telling the truth and maintaining your facade. Finally, you shake your head, your eyes dropping to the

table. 'Nothing,' you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. 'It's nothing. Just drop it, okay?"

Bubba looks like he wants to argue, but something in your face must convince him to let it go. He shrugs, his grin returning as he

leans back in his chair. 'Fine, he says, his voice turning cheerful. "But if you ever want to talk about it, you know where to find me.

You nod, your eyes still on the table. You know he's just trying to help, in his own fucked up way, but you can't bring yourself to

appreciate it. Not now. Not with Jordyn's words still ringing in your ears, her taste still lingering on your tongue.

You sit down heavily in an empty chair, reaching for a beer to distract yourself. But even as you drink, even as you try to lose

yourself in the familiar banter of your friends, you can't shake the feeling that something has changed inside you, something you

can't control. And you're not sure if you'll ever be the same again.

Order drinks for the table

le familar banter of your friends, you, cant shake the feeling that something has changes inside e you're n o t sure if you'll ever be t h e same again.

some you try cans control. And

Bubba leans over, a mischievous glint in his eye. 'So, did she do the toilet paper roll test on you?' he asks with a smirk.

Y o u l o o k a t h i m , c o n f u s e d . ' T h e w h a t n o w ? '

Bubba laughs. 'The toilet paper roll test, you dumbass. It's when a chick checks to see if your dick is bigger than a toilet paper roll. If it is,

congratulations, you're a real man. If not... well, let's just say you might want to think about trading in that monster truck of yours.'

Your face flushes red with anger and embarrassment. 'Fuck you, Bubba,' you mutter, taking a long swig of your beer.

Bubba just laughs harder. 'Oh, come on, Johnboy,' he says, clapping you on the shoulder. I'm just messing with you. But seriously, I

doubt you could pass that test. That truck of yours is one hell of a compensator.'

You grit your teeth, trying to control your temper. You want to lash out, to defend your masculinity, but you know it's pointless. Bubba's

just going t o keep pushing your buttons until you s n a p .

So instead, you just nod at the waitress as she comes over to take your order. 'Another round for the table,' you say, your voice tight with

suppressed emotion. 'And keep 'em coming.'

The waitress nods, her eyes flicking briefly to your crotch before she turns away. You feel your face flush even redder, wondering if

she's thinking the s a m e thing a s Bubba.

As the waitress walks away, you catch sight of Jordyn across the bar. She's watching you, her eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and

concern. You quickly look away, n o t wanting t o m e e t h e r gaze.

You know you need to talk to her, to apologize for how you acted earlier. But you can't bring yourself to do it, not with Bubba and the

others watching. So instead, you just sit there, drinking your beer and trying to pretend that everything is normal.

But d e e p down, you know it's not. And you're n o t s u r e i f i t e v e r will b

After a few more rounds challenge Bubba to the toilet paper roll test the loser has to go talk to Jordyn

You slam your beer down on the table, glaring at Bubba with a fierce intensity. "You think you're so fucking funny, don't

you?' you growl, your voice low and dangerous. 'Well, let's see how funny you are when you put your money where

your mouth is. I challenge you to the toilet paper roll test, right here, right now. And the loser has to go talk to Jordyn.'

Bubba stares at you for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. Then he throws his head back and laughs, long and

loud. "You're on, motherfucker,' he says, grinning wickedly. 'T'll show you what a real man looks like.'

You both stand up, your eyes locked on each other as you unzip your pants. The bar falls silent as everyone turns to

watch, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your palms slick with

s w e a t .

'On three, Bubba says, his voice ringing out in the silence. 'One... two... three!" You both drop your pants, exposing

yourselves to the room. There's a moment of stunned silence, and then....

"It's a tie!' someone shouts, and the bar erupts into laughter and applause. You look down, your face flushing red with

humiliation. Sure enough, both you and Bubba have failed the test, your penises falling short of the toilet paper roll.

Bubba looks at you, his grin fading into a look of grudging respect. 'Looks like we both have some work to do, he says,

his voice wry. 'But a bet's a bet. Let's go talk to Jordyn.'

You nod, your throat tight with shame and fear. But you know he's right. You made a promise, and you have to keep it.

Even if it means facing your deepest, darkest fears.

You and Bubba approach Jordyn, your heart pounding in your chest. She looks u p at you, her eyes flickering with a mixture

of amusement and concern.

'Well, well, well, she drawls, a smirk playing on her lips. 'Look who decided to man up and face me. What brings you two

fine specimens of masculinity over here?'

You swallow hard, your face flushing red. "We had a bet, you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. Whoever lost

had t o come talk to you.'

Jordyn raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening. 'Is that so?' she purrs, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'And what, pray tell,

was t h e b e t ? '

Bubba snickers, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The toilet paper roll test, he says, his voice loud enough to carry over the

jukebox. 'We both failed, so we both had to come talk to you."

Jordyn throws her head back and laughs, long and loud. 'Oh, that's just priceless,' she gasps, wiping tears of mirth from her

eyes. 'You two are just too much. But I have a better idea."

She leans forward, her eyes glinting with challenge. 'Let's see which one of you can make a girl squirt faster than I can.

Winner takes all?

You a n d Bubba exchange a glance, your eyes wide with shock. You've never made a girl squirt before, and you're not sure

you're u p to the challenge. But you can't back down now, not without losing face.

You take a deep breath, squaring your shoulders. 'You're on,' you say, your voice shaky but determined. 'Let's do this."

Jordyn grins, her eyes flashing with triumph. 'Follow me, boys,' she purrs, leading the way to the back room. 'Let's see what

you're m a d e of.'

You and Bubba follow her, your hearts in your throats. You know this is going t o be t h e challenge of your lives, but you're

ready to face it head-on. Even if it means confronting your deepest, darkest fears.

You and Bubba follow Jordyn into the back room, your hearts pounding with anticipation and nerves. Three women are

waiting, each more beautiful than the last. They eye you and Bubba with amusement, clearly doubting your abilities.

Jordyn smirks at you. 'Ladies, these two think they can make you squirt faster than I can. Let's show them how wrong

they are.'

You and Bubba exchange a nervous glance before you each pair off with a woman. You caress and tease, using every

trick you know to try to bring her to the brink. But no matter what you do, you can't seem to push her over the edge.

Meanwhile, Jordyn works her magic, her skilled fingers and tongue drawing gasps and moans from her partner. Within

minutes, the woman is writhing and screaming in ecstasy, her juices gushing out in a torrent.

Bubba's partner reaches her peak soon after, leaving you as the only one who hasn't succeeded. You redouble your

efforts, but it's no use. Your woman remains stubbornly unfulfilled

Finally, Jordyn calls time. 'Looks like I win, boys,' she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. 'You owe me. Meet me

a t Camden's store tomorrow to discuss your punishment."

You and Bubba hang your heads in shame as you make your way back out to the bar. You can't believe you failed so

miserably. But you know you have to face the consequences of your actions. Whatever Jordyn has in store for you, you know you deserve it.

You stumble home from the bar, your mind reeling from the humiliation of your failure. As you

collapse into bed, you try to push the memories from your mind, but they refuse to leave you.

You toss and turn, your sheets tangling around your body as you try to find a comfortable

position. But no matter how you lie, you can't escape the images that flash through your mind -

Jordyn's triumphant smirk, Bubba's mocking laughter, the disappointed faces of the women you

failed t o satisfy.

As the night wears on, your dreams take a strange turn. You find yourself in a room filled with

panties of every color and style - lacy, satin, cotton, thongs, boyshorts, bikinis. They hang from

the walls, drape over the furniture, and carpet the floor, a sea of delicate fabrics that rustle and

sigh with every breath of air.

You wade through the panties, your hands trailing over the smooth materials, your fingers

catching on the intricate lace. The scents of the women who wore them linger in the air, a heady

mix of perfume and musk that makes your head swim.

As you explore, you feel a strange sense of comfort, a warmth that spreads through your body

and soothes your troubled mind. In this place, there is no judgment, no failure, no humiliation.

There is only the softness of the panties, the sweetness of their scent, and the peace that comes

with surrender.

When you wake, the dream lingers in your mind, a hazy memory that fades with the morning

light. But the sense of comfort remains, a small solace in the face of your shame.