Unfortunately, no.

Try as you might, you feel your cock slowly grow erect, causing the cheerleaders to go silent, and then immediately burst out laughing again. Some of them are pointing at your erection, some are holding up their pinkies, or giving the thumb and forefinger sign, but all of them, even Hannah, are laughing.

"Holy crap." says a brunette in the front, "It's even tiny when it's hard!"

"Jesus" says the red head next to her. "I think he's enjoying this! What a perv. Is that it? You getting off on us seeing you itty bitty cock?"

You squirm in your restraints, but it does nothing. You close your eyes, trying to block out the sheer humiliation of it all, but nothing helps.

"Good lord," says the brunette, "I doubt that's even three inches."

"Looks like three and a half to me, but just barely." replies the red head.

The brunette stares at you for a moment, and smiles. "Alright, we'll make it a bet. I'll go get a ruler out of my bag, and whoever's wrong... has to touch it."

Your jaw hits your chest, as a renewed wave of laughter spreads through the group. None of this does anything to calm your erection, no matter what you try. In fact, it's only making things worse, your arousal growing with each giggle.

The brunette comes back quickly with a ruler, gleefully holding it up to your stiff cock. "Two and three quarters!" She shrieks, the women around her cheering and applauding. As she pulls the ruler away, you feel a slight tingle, and you pray with everything you have that you can hold out. The prospect gets worse as the red head walks up to you, and hesitantly reaches forward, tapping the head of your cock with her finger. You feel like you might explode at any moment. You don't, not yet anyway.

"Oh my god!" She shouts "It's super hard. That's definitely as big as it gets."

"Seriously?" asks the brunette, before reaching forward, and tapping it for herself.