You really aren't sure.

A loud gasp cuts through the air as your only piece of clothing is torn down your legs, and your semi-erect penis springs up to meet the enraptured gaze of the senior class. All five inches of it. You blush a deep crimson when they all begin laughing again.

"Not a rifle; not a derringer. But hey, I like it." The blonde cowgirl says with a smirk.

"Aw, I was hoping he'd be HUNG!" Candy callously opines.

"Wha— Why in tarnation would you need a huge one? Ain't you a tiny little Asian girl?"

"And aren't you a freakishly giant White girl? Why the hell would this be enough for you?!"

"Well obviously I'd prefer a bigger-bore gun, I'm just sayin' Sam still has a nice dick!"

A soft whimper escapes your lips. Your life was over. As part of some cruel scheme, you'd been stripped butt naked— your woefully average penis put on display for a gymnasium filled with leering, laughing classmates. Not the least of whom was your crush, Denise.

Desiring nothing more than respite from this humiliating nightmare, you struggle valiantly, but alas; the girls holding your arms are both athletes, and they weren't letting you go unless they literally had to. All your struggles accomplish is your thong falling to your ankles.

In a foolish attempt to distract yourself from the half-hundred horny young women devouring the sight of your bare cock, you twist in Pearl's superhuman grip and look to your bandmates for aid.

Garnet, smirking for once in her life, has removed her sunglasses to better check you out; Amy, doubled over in exultant laughter, is pointing straight at your crotch— and Pearl? She's covering her face with one graceful hand, trying to pretend you aren't there.

When you feel Candy's hand slap your ass, you yelp, and plead, "Guys! Help!"

But the girls in the gymnasium are all ogling you with eyes wide and mouths agape, laughing perhaps, but not moving an inch. All, that is, except one.

Your longtime crush, and the Peregrines' star player, Denise, leaps high from the crowd by merit of her powerful, sexy legs; her frizzy hair bounces as she hits the ground in a dead run. The Amazonian beauty tears an expedient beeline toward your tormentors, not slowing until she's in arms reach of Candy and Pearl.

You blush scarlet and feel your knees grow weak— the girl you were hopelessly, madly limerent for is standing mere inches away from your naked body. You're mortified by your **** nudity, and plagued by doubts; Denise is gorgeous, six-foot-seven, and, well… Black. Are you tall enough for her? Are you hung enough for her? Was she ever going to speak to you again?

You're so profoundly humiliated in this moment that you can't bear to look her in the eye; you simply try not to faint as you wait for the towering beauty to reveal her intentions.